Scene of the Crime
I'm at the scene of the crime
Place where you and I
Stole looks
Committed three year smiles
Felt fresh as a first date
Deeper than a slice of wedding cake
You looked fondant-ly on my dad puns
Crowded beach town streets
And thrifty tourist traps
They couldn't keep us out
Racing you to the back
To steal a kiss in each store
And offer to buy you anything
With my arm around you
Swore you had everything
Now these streets seem a shoulder width wider than before
The grip of a camera's just not quite as warm
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
You left a print on me
They say memories get corrupted each time
I wanna keep this pure
Unopened wine tastes better with time
I'm at the scene of the crime
Place where you and I
Stole looks
Committed three year smiles
Felt fresh as a first date
Deeper than a slice of wedding cake
You looked fondant-ly on my dad puns
Now these streets seem a shoulder width wider than before
The grip of a camera's just not quite as warm as your hand
These streets seem a shoulder width wider than before
The grip of a camera's just not quite as warm
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
You left a print on me
Place where you and I
Stole looks
Committed three year smiles
Felt fresh as a first date
Deeper than a slice of wedding cake
You looked fondant-ly on my dad puns
Crowded beach town streets
And thrifty tourist traps
They couldn't keep us out
Racing you to the back
To steal a kiss in each store
And offer to buy you anything
With my arm around you
Swore you had everything
Now these streets seem a shoulder width wider than before
The grip of a camera's just not quite as warm
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
You left a print on me
They say memories get corrupted each time
I wanna keep this pure
Unopened wine tastes better with time
I'm at the scene of the crime
Place where you and I
Stole looks
Committed three year smiles
Felt fresh as a first date
Deeper than a slice of wedding cake
You looked fondant-ly on my dad puns
Now these streets seem a shoulder width wider than before
The grip of a camera's just not quite as warm as your hand
These streets seem a shoulder width wider than before
The grip of a camera's just not quite as warm
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
I've gotta hand it to ya, oh
You left a print on me
Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Jantz
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