UH-OH-ING
Cosmopolitan smiles
He wears a white collared shirt like it's nothing
I caught his voice maybe once or twice
Shoved it in my pocket
Heart beats like a rocket into my hands
I'm starting to dance
Alone in my room
A mental picture of you in my head
Your hair is messed up
I call you my love
You call me your love
You might be the boyfriend
That I made up in my head
But who doesn't
Idealize everything that has yet to ha-ah-pen
He's in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty when the CD's on but he sings louder
Not all that here, I am too into him
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
My heart's attached, it's detrimental
My feelings scratched, just a little
I can't keep doing this and holding on to
Something that will never be as good as I want it
Uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
He reads a book a weekend
And if they're kinda long, he puts his reading glasses on
And he falls asleep with
His hood still on, eyes covered with the cotton
I know I'm going too far, oh I know oh I know, I know
That none of it's real
I met you eleven minutes ago
And this is already how I feel
I'm dreaming you up
And when you start talking it's bound be different
You might be the boyfriend
That I made up in my head
But who doesn't
Idealize everything that has yet to ha-ah-pen
He's in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty when the CD's on and he sings louder
Can't even talk, I am too into him
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh)
Long sleeve shirts cuz he never checks the weather
If he needs something my jacket would look better on you
I know it isn't you
I dream all day to pretend I haven't memorized
The letters in your name
Front and back and side to side
It isn't you
It really isn't you
(Big uh oh)
He's still in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty as hell when he sings it louder
A pure angel as he goes on laughing
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
And my heart's attached to him it's detrimental
My feelings scratched when he just smiles a little
I can't keep doing this and holding on to
Something that will never be as good as I want it
Uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
He wears a white collared shirt like it's nothing
I caught his voice maybe once or twice
Shoved it in my pocket
Heart beats like a rocket into my hands
I'm starting to dance
Alone in my room
A mental picture of you in my head
Your hair is messed up
I call you my love
You call me your love
You might be the boyfriend
That I made up in my head
But who doesn't
Idealize everything that has yet to ha-ah-pen
He's in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty when the CD's on but he sings louder
Not all that here, I am too into him
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
My heart's attached, it's detrimental
My feelings scratched, just a little
I can't keep doing this and holding on to
Something that will never be as good as I want it
Uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
He reads a book a weekend
And if they're kinda long, he puts his reading glasses on
And he falls asleep with
His hood still on, eyes covered with the cotton
I know I'm going too far, oh I know oh I know, I know
That none of it's real
I met you eleven minutes ago
And this is already how I feel
I'm dreaming you up
And when you start talking it's bound be different
You might be the boyfriend
That I made up in my head
But who doesn't
Idealize everything that has yet to ha-ah-pen
He's in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty when the CD's on and he sings louder
Can't even talk, I am too into him
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh)
Long sleeve shirts cuz he never checks the weather
If he needs something my jacket would look better on you
I know it isn't you
I dream all day to pretend I haven't memorized
The letters in your name
Front and back and side to side
It isn't you
It really isn't you
(Big uh oh)
He's still in tennis shoes and cotton armor
Pretty as hell when he sings it louder
A pure angel as he goes on laughing
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
And my heart's attached to him it's detrimental
My feelings scratched when he just smiles a little
I can't keep doing this and holding on to
Something that will never be as good as I want it
Uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I'm uh-oh uh-oh-ing
(Uh oh, uh oh)
Credits
Writer(s): Nep
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