Hey Girl (I Think I Might Be Falling) - Radio Edit
It hasn't been long since the last time
Last time I was hangin' out here
I thought I'd seen everyone
And everything I could see
I swear to God I wasn't looking for anything
But a couple of cold local beers
The door blasts open and here you come walking in
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life worth living
Hey baby girl, never look down, no
We're soaring so high
Don't ever let go
Had to pinch myself cus I guessed she wasn't real
Going wild on the dance floor
When she looked at me, swear I got head over heels
Bet she has the softest lips
I would let her frisk my body with her finger tips
If I could wake up with you there is nothing I would rather do
I keep telling you, telling you
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life worth living
Hey baby girl, never look down, no
We're soaring so high
Don't ever let go
My heart's pumpin' faster than the beat of the music
It's too late to turn back
'Cause I'm staring deep into her eyes
I'm getting closer
Gotta make up my mind
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life worth living
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life worth living
Hey baby girl, never look down, no
We're soaring so high
Don't ever let go
Don't ever let me go
No no, don't ever let me go
Don't ever let me go
Last time I was hangin' out here
I thought I'd seen everyone
And everything I could see
I swear to God I wasn't looking for anything
But a couple of cold local beers
The door blasts open and here you come walking in
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life worth living
Hey baby girl, never look down, no
We're soaring so high
Don't ever let go
Had to pinch myself cus I guessed she wasn't real
Going wild on the dance floor
When she looked at me, swear I got head over heels
Bet she has the softest lips
I would let her frisk my body with her finger tips
If I could wake up with you there is nothing I would rather do
I keep telling you, telling you
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life worth living
Hey baby girl, never look down, no
We're soaring so high
Don't ever let go
My heart's pumpin' faster than the beat of the music
It's too late to turn back
'Cause I'm staring deep into her eyes
I'm getting closer
Gotta make up my mind
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life worth living
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life
Hey girl, yeah, I think I might be falling
It's feelings like these that makes a life worth living
Hey baby girl, never look down, no
We're soaring so high
Don't ever let go
Don't ever let me go
No no, don't ever let me go
Don't ever let me go
Credits
Writer(s): Jørgen Skaftun, Petter Jarle Bertelsen, Thommas Schønberg, Toni Skjerven
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