BOP

(Two, three, four)

Ooh God, I'm nervous, can you tell?
New girl, her name is Ariel
At a party, too early
It's just me and her
Man, I'm fucking up my words

Awkward, lock eyes
Eight hours until the sun will rise
She said, "I don't know much about love
Kinda hate it
But it sells well in the hearts of the young"

I don't wanna waste your time
And I look good tonight
Better just shoot my shot
Shot, shot, shot
First move is the worst of it
Then everything comes alphabetic
When the beat is a bop
Bop, bop, bop

Uh, oh-oh
Take me tonight
Uh, oh-oh

Too shy, fuck my life
I need a mirror and a lock for a minute or two
Sip water
It's all a bit much, I can't pretend
Her hands, my waist
Crack up, got nothing left to say

Man, we don't much about love
That's some bullshit
Maybe one day we could say it out loud

I don't wanna waste your time
And I look good tonight
Better just shoot my shot
Shot, shot, shot
First move is the worst of it
Then everything comes alphabetic
When the beat is a bop
Bop, bop, bop

Woo-hoo
Take me tonight
Woo-hoo
Yeah
Woo-hoo
Take me tonight
Uh, oh-oh

Yeah, 'cause I don't wanna waste your time
And I look good tonight
Better just shoot my shot
They say, they say first move is the worst of it
Then everything comes alphabetical
When the beat is a bop
Bop, bop, bop, bop

Yeah, take me tonight
Oh, come on!
Woo-hoo
Take me tonight
Oh, come on

Yeah
That's it, that's it
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): William Cook, Matt Parad
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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