Squire
Baby I can get things cookin'
From a million miles away
Never wander why you're asking for me in the scenes of another man
Promise I'm not judging honey, but it's not me that's gonna pay
Cause even when it feels aright now
Just don't bring your regrets to bed
Remember flying high in the summer blues
A night call from heaven, con your man, 'who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
Baby I can get things cookin'
From a million miles away
Never try to work your magic on me, you just drink me to disarray
You kiss to calm your cold heart
Honey, so it's not me that's gonna pay
But girl you make it feel so right now
Just don't bring your regrets to bed
Remember flying high in the summer blues
A nightcall from heaven, con your man, 'who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
Yeah
So baby yeah
Yeah
So baby Yeah
Yeah
So let's slide away
Remember flying high in the summer blues baby
We be flying high on empty bottles too, yeah
We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs
We leave the good times in the sack
Remember flying high in the summer blues
A nightcall from heaven, con your man, 'who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs
We leave the good times in the sack
From a million miles away
Never wander why you're asking for me in the scenes of another man
Promise I'm not judging honey, but it's not me that's gonna pay
Cause even when it feels aright now
Just don't bring your regrets to bed
Remember flying high in the summer blues
A night call from heaven, con your man, 'who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
Baby I can get things cookin'
From a million miles away
Never try to work your magic on me, you just drink me to disarray
You kiss to calm your cold heart
Honey, so it's not me that's gonna pay
But girl you make it feel so right now
Just don't bring your regrets to bed
Remember flying high in the summer blues
A nightcall from heaven, con your man, 'who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
Yeah
So baby yeah
Yeah
So baby Yeah
Yeah
So let's slide away
Remember flying high in the summer blues baby
We be flying high on empty bottles too, yeah
We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs
We leave the good times in the sack
Remember flying high in the summer blues
A nightcall from heaven, con your man, 'who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs
We leave the good times in the sack
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Luke Aherne, Samuel Privett
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