HOMECOMING
I love you, ooh
You, you
You
Oh, your dress
Put the crown on your head
You're my homecoming queen
Love the smile on your face
And the color of your lips tonight
Slow dance with me, slow dance
Pardon where my manners may you slow dance with me?
And hold hands with me?
Slow dance with me, slow dance
Pardon if I tremble may you slow dance with me?
Slow dance with me
How do you see me?
Is it the way that I see you?
You're made of heaven, and I'm knocking at your gate
I know you hate their eyes, stadium lights
What you mean you ain't pretty? You lying
Oh once more, the hug of yours
It's the sweetest thing
Oh I'm wide open to receive it
I'll bring it home, and the end zone
Hands touch the sky
And the crowd goes wild
Slow dance with me, slow dance
I think I got the hang of it so slow dance with me
And hold hands with me?
Slow dance with me baby, slow dance
Like on TV may I sweep you right off your feet?
Slow dance with me
Slow dance with me
Slow dance with me
Slow dance with me
Wasn't much, but my Oxford on
Had me cheesin' more than Foster's Home
How dare I forget?
It's a hail Mary in a white crowd
This white town made us washed out
But the crown on my baby, that's touchdown
I'ma grip tight like it's crash land
Praying that there is no past tense
Doing back flips, and them hand stands
But I don't really care where we go to
I got the tools, shawty it's truth
You, you
You
Oh, your dress
Put the crown on your head
You're my homecoming queen
Love the smile on your face
And the color of your lips tonight
Slow dance with me, slow dance
Pardon where my manners may you slow dance with me?
And hold hands with me?
Slow dance with me, slow dance
Pardon if I tremble may you slow dance with me?
Slow dance with me
How do you see me?
Is it the way that I see you?
You're made of heaven, and I'm knocking at your gate
I know you hate their eyes, stadium lights
What you mean you ain't pretty? You lying
Oh once more, the hug of yours
It's the sweetest thing
Oh I'm wide open to receive it
I'll bring it home, and the end zone
Hands touch the sky
And the crowd goes wild
Slow dance with me, slow dance
I think I got the hang of it so slow dance with me
And hold hands with me?
Slow dance with me baby, slow dance
Like on TV may I sweep you right off your feet?
Slow dance with me
Slow dance with me
Slow dance with me
Slow dance with me
Wasn't much, but my Oxford on
Had me cheesin' more than Foster's Home
How dare I forget?
It's a hail Mary in a white crowd
This white town made us washed out
But the crown on my baby, that's touchdown
I'ma grip tight like it's crash land
Praying that there is no past tense
Doing back flips, and them hand stands
But I don't really care where we go to
I got the tools, shawty it's truth
Credits
Writer(s): Noel Lucas Geniza
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