My Paris Eyes
Deleting that last direct message
I'm still high, and don't think I know what I'm saying
Freezing, but my outfits priceless
Oh you're leaving? Bet you're girl can't wait
Girl can't wait
Girl can't wait
Girl can't wait
Millions of songs on what I feel like tonight
Nothin 'bout being wired with teeth like Nicorette
Paint my doom lookin kinda flirty, yeah that oughta hurt me
This gets us justified to feel
Like when we weren't humble
When we weren't humble
When we weren't humble
When we weren't humble
London has to have some pretty cold fog
My Paris eyes could sail
But a 4-leaf-clover like mine can't stay
I'm runnin' pretty thin on last try's
I'm waiting for the dare
And find somewhere camera phones don't see
(To find somewhere camera phones don't see)
Admittedly
I'm still screaming to the room
When it comes to seeing things clear
I'm always wrong
Have to be stoned
Just when I deserve it
All gets lost
In confusing verses
London has to have some pretty cold fog
My Paris eyes could sail
But a 4-leaf-clover like mine can't stay
I'm runnin' pretty thin on last try's
I'm waiting for the dare
And find somewhere camera phones don't see
(To find somewhere camera phones don't see)
And find somewhere camera phones don't see
(To find somewhere camera phones don't see)
And find somewhere camera phones don't see
(To find somewhere camera phones don't see)
I'm about to spend my whole life, waiting
For a thing I can't have
I'm about to spend my whole life, wasted
Wasted
I'm about to spend my whole life, my whole life
I'm still high, and don't think I know what I'm saying
Freezing, but my outfits priceless
Oh you're leaving? Bet you're girl can't wait
Girl can't wait
Girl can't wait
Girl can't wait
Millions of songs on what I feel like tonight
Nothin 'bout being wired with teeth like Nicorette
Paint my doom lookin kinda flirty, yeah that oughta hurt me
This gets us justified to feel
Like when we weren't humble
When we weren't humble
When we weren't humble
When we weren't humble
London has to have some pretty cold fog
My Paris eyes could sail
But a 4-leaf-clover like mine can't stay
I'm runnin' pretty thin on last try's
I'm waiting for the dare
And find somewhere camera phones don't see
(To find somewhere camera phones don't see)
Admittedly
I'm still screaming to the room
When it comes to seeing things clear
I'm always wrong
Have to be stoned
Just when I deserve it
All gets lost
In confusing verses
London has to have some pretty cold fog
My Paris eyes could sail
But a 4-leaf-clover like mine can't stay
I'm runnin' pretty thin on last try's
I'm waiting for the dare
And find somewhere camera phones don't see
(To find somewhere camera phones don't see)
And find somewhere camera phones don't see
(To find somewhere camera phones don't see)
And find somewhere camera phones don't see
(To find somewhere camera phones don't see)
I'm about to spend my whole life, waiting
For a thing I can't have
I'm about to spend my whole life, wasted
Wasted
I'm about to spend my whole life, my whole life
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Writer(s): Collin Moore
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