Genre: Funk Rock ---- Lyrics
Lyrics
I hold on so nervously to me and my drink I wish it was coolin' me But so far has not been good It's been shitty, and I feel awkward as I should This club has got to be the most pretentious thing Since I thought you and me
Well, I am imagining a dark lit place Or your place or my place
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move because you're standin' still If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
I hold out for one more drink, before I think I'm lookin' too desperately But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home If one thing really means one This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks That would be cool with me
Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place Or your place or my place
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move because you're standin' still If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move because you're standin' still If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move because you're standin' still If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you You'll probably move right through me on my way to you