The screen's barely lit and I've already lost interest in the movie. This blanket's big enough for two and the dress was a mistake in this heat. Come find me before the credits roll.
The screen's barely lit and I've already lost interest in the movie. This blanket's big enough for two and the dress was a mistake in this heat. Come find me before the credits roll.
Melba Moore is doing something to me from that stage and this dress tapped out two songs in. Bet you couldn't keep your eyes on her if I was sitting next to you.
Found a monograph of nudes marked seventy-five percent off and I'm on the floor flipping through it. Bet you'd be looking over my shoulder instead of at the pages.
Still parked at SoFi with the bass in my chest and my shorts on the passenger seat. Knowing you're looking at this right now is doing more for me than the whole concert did.
Everyone's back at their desks and I haven't even found my clothes yet. You'd rather I stayed like this, wouldn't you?
Home from the show with the wristband still on and everything else off. Whole night still sitting in my chest with nowhere to put it. You'd help me burn it off, wouldn't you?
Give it five days and Hermosa will be packed wall to wall for Fiesta. Right now it's just me and two miles of empty sand, and the bikini's already in my bag. You'd rather have the crowd or just this?
Book's been face-down for twenty minutes and I'm not thinking about Monday. You'd rather be here than wherever you are, wouldn't you?
Saturday with nowhere to be and I've already given up on the coffee. Bet you'd give me a reason to move.
Came home from the Bowl still vibrating and now I can't keep my hands to myself. But I'm not letting myself finish — not until someone earns it. Think you could?