Anything Red

She's a little sunset in the morning, sunrise at night
You won't catch her on a Jetblue airplane, she's on a private flight
And you won't ever see her checking on her phone
Waiting for some guy saying "baby come home"
And if you see her out and she's all alone, just know

She wants Anything Red, she won't drink white
Don't bother with a pickup line she ain't that type
Like a song that you don't know, with a groove real slow
That makes you wanna move,
Like the bottom of her of shoes, she wants Anything Red
She likes Anything Red

She's a trail of rose petals from the front door
All the way to the bed
She's a hundred little burning candles burnin' 'round your head
And you won't ever see her lose control
Unless the lights are down and Sinatra's on
And if you get her home and you're all alone, just know

She wants Anything Red, she won't drink white
Don't bother with a pickup line she ain't that type
Like a song that you don't know, with a groove real slow
That makes you want to move,
Like the bottom of her of shoes, she wants Anything Red
She likes Anything Red

You better give her what she wants when she wants it
You better give her what she wants when she wants it
You better give her what she wants when she wants it
You better give her

She wants Anything Red, she won't drink white
Don't bother with a pickup line she ain't that type
Like a song that you don't know, with a groove real slow
That makes you want to move,
Like the bottom of her of shoes, she wants Anything Red

She won't drink white
Don't bother with a pickup line she ain't that type
Like a song that you don't know, with a groove real slow
That makes you want to move,
Like the bottom of her of shoes, she wants Anything Red
She likes Anything Red

She wants Anything Red



Credits
Writer(s): Austin James, Kurt Stevens
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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