Take me, take me back to your bed,
I love you so much that it hurts my head.
Say, “I don’t mind you under my skin.
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in”
Well when we were made we were set apart,
But life is a test and I get bad marks,
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins,
The storm is coming,
The storm is coming in.
If ya at the club and your friends dance like
At first you’re just like:
You look around hoping someone was like:
But no one is, so you’re all:
Must be because:
But a few days later your friend is there:
And something else amazing happens:
And your friend looks at you like:
And together you’re like: