Off Air

Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm out of line and I don't see why
Was it the lie or the fact that I tried
Guess it's a crime to look at other eyes
I said so how 'bout listen to your own advice
And she said

Let's watch some TV
Let's watch some TV
Let's watch some TV
No, I'm getting out of here

Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Did I mention I saw into the future
Can't that day just come a little sooner
All these noises are sounding like a whisper
And that couch is calling us over
And she said

Let's watch some TV
Let's watch some TV
Let's watch some TV
No, let's just get out of here

I like your style, Amy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I like your style, Amy
Yeah I dig it

I can't stay mad at you
You're all I need to prove
The crater in my moon
Come here let's get in the groove

I can't stay mad at you
You're all I need to prove
The crater in my moon
Come here let's get in the groove
Get toasty no room to move
Brings me back to us in June
How I so love your sweet perfume
Damn you get me so in the mood so

I like your style, Amy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah I dig it
I dig it



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastien Roberge
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link