Habit
Making out in June in your blue bedroom while your friends get drunk down the hall
Feeling butterflies on the long drive waiting all night for your call
We were just nineteen and you were my teenage dream
Like my first cigarette, I never could forget, how you made me fall
Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley
You can be my James Dean when we get to the party
You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket
I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit
Wakin' up with you under the full moon, all tangled up in your bed
I can't get enough, you're my punch drunk love, I can't get you out of my head
Spent our nights at the fair, playing truth or dare, drinking that sweet summer wine
There's nothing you could say to make me walk away, you're my favorite vice
Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley
You can be my James Dean when we get to the party
You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket
I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit
Summer fling turned to diamond ring, I was hooked right from the start
Ten years in, I'd do it all again
You know you've got my whole heart
Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley
You can be my James Dean when we get to the party
You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket
I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit
Feeling butterflies on the long drive waiting all night for your call
We were just nineteen and you were my teenage dream
Like my first cigarette, I never could forget, how you made me fall
Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley
You can be my James Dean when we get to the party
You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket
I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit
Wakin' up with you under the full moon, all tangled up in your bed
I can't get enough, you're my punch drunk love, I can't get you out of my head
Spent our nights at the fair, playing truth or dare, drinking that sweet summer wine
There's nothing you could say to make me walk away, you're my favorite vice
Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley
You can be my James Dean when we get to the party
You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket
I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit
Summer fling turned to diamond ring, I was hooked right from the start
Ten years in, I'd do it all again
You know you've got my whole heart
Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley
You can be my James Dean when we get to the party
You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket
I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit
Credits
Writer(s): Breezey Fox
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