Lyrics

Starry eyes, starry skies Wouldn't feel better with you I'll be invincible Soon you'll be feelin' it too I've got some heartbreaking things to tell I've got some mind-blowing stuff to sell (Chorus) I'll be calling you up readin' Readin' real loud So you can tell 'em whatcha' want to I'll be calling you up moanin' Moanin' your name So you can tell 'em whatcha' want to Lullabies, twisty lights Feels like I'm losing it all Butterflies, candy skies Sweet to be out of control You got me under your crazy spell Led to believe all those things you tell Chorus Boys leaches, girls leaches Hands turnin', sweet journey Tongues clickin', sweat slickin' Girls' peaches, boys' beaches Chorus 3X
Writer(s): Bertine Zetlitz, Fred Ball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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