White Wine/Pancakes
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Too close for comfort I guess, my dear
I hate when everyone around me stares
White wine and tell 'em all to die, and I don't care
Pump the brakes, she's royal like Tenenbaum and Moncler
One-way ticket to see me and you won't be back
We don't speak much, lemon drops until we break bread
White wine, make it smooth like wine, oh God (Uh, alright)
Too close for comfort I guess, my dear
Push comes to shove, and I feel it
I just can't believe I didn't see it
Whatever happened to"mine is yours"?
Too close for comfort I guess, my dear
Push comes to shove, and I feel it
I just can't believe I didn't see it
Whatever happened to"mine is yours"?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play my
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play my
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play my
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play my
How does it feel when the small talk, it breaks down
And the small words don't do enough?
How would it feel if you sat there
And the small talk didn't even happen at all?
Too close for comfort I guess, my dear
I hate when everyone around me stares
White wine and tell 'em all to die, and I don't care
Pump the brakes, she's royal like Tenenbaum and Moncler
One-way ticket to see me and you won't be back
We don't speak much, lemon drops until we break bread
White wine, make it smooth like wine, oh God
And it feels like
Pancakes
With my favorite girl
And my favorite song
Know it's all you want
Take time out of all your day plans for me
Pancakes with a little love
And you can't love if you don't find it
Baggage won't pay for the mileage
Nah
Nah
Cool
Oh, oh
Too close for comfort I guess, my dear
I hate when everyone around me stares
White wine and tell 'em all to die, and I don't care
Pump the brakes, she's royal like Tenenbaum and Moncler
One-way ticket to see me and you won't be back
We don't speak much, lemon drops until we break bread
White wine, make it smooth like wine, oh God (Uh, alright)
Too close for comfort I guess, my dear
Push comes to shove, and I feel it
I just can't believe I didn't see it
Whatever happened to"mine is yours"?
Too close for comfort I guess, my dear
Push comes to shove, and I feel it
I just can't believe I didn't see it
Whatever happened to"mine is yours"?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play my
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play my
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play my
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I play my
How does it feel when the small talk, it breaks down
And the small words don't do enough?
How would it feel if you sat there
And the small talk didn't even happen at all?
Too close for comfort I guess, my dear
I hate when everyone around me stares
White wine and tell 'em all to die, and I don't care
Pump the brakes, she's royal like Tenenbaum and Moncler
One-way ticket to see me and you won't be back
We don't speak much, lemon drops until we break bread
White wine, make it smooth like wine, oh God
And it feels like
Pancakes
With my favorite girl
And my favorite song
Know it's all you want
Take time out of all your day plans for me
Pancakes with a little love
And you can't love if you don't find it
Baggage won't pay for the mileage
Nah
Nah
Cool
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Writer(s): Angelo Ramos
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