Lovestruck
Somebody call a doctor
Cause I've got a heatstroke from looking at the sun too long
You pushed me off a rocker
Brown hair dark eyes reminds me of a blues song
Battered and bruised
It's all in the news
Say that I'm a lovestruck little kid
Waiting on a 13 out of 10
With cheap perfume and high top shoes but no place to run to
Blame it on the left side of my head
Racing through the things I should have said
Feeling terrified
So if you wanna crash my car or make out by the minibar
Trash this town for the hell of it
And never look back
Play my strings like a guitar that's out of tune
Waste your time on a Wednesday with nothing to lose
I'm bracing for impact
Cause I might be the one for you
Wish I could drive you around with the windows down
I know your ex-boyfriend didn't like the sound
Of a high speed chase or the wind in his face
What a loser
Wish I could ring your number up on a telephone
Miss Americana with no place to call home call home
So if you wanna crash my car or make out by the minibar
Trash this town for the hell of it
And never look back
Play my strings like a guitar that's out of tune
Waste your time on a Wednesday with nothing to lose
I'm bracing for impact
Cause I might be the one for you
Cause I've got a heatstroke from looking at the sun too long
You pushed me off a rocker
Brown hair dark eyes reminds me of a blues song
Battered and bruised
It's all in the news
Say that I'm a lovestruck little kid
Waiting on a 13 out of 10
With cheap perfume and high top shoes but no place to run to
Blame it on the left side of my head
Racing through the things I should have said
Feeling terrified
So if you wanna crash my car or make out by the minibar
Trash this town for the hell of it
And never look back
Play my strings like a guitar that's out of tune
Waste your time on a Wednesday with nothing to lose
I'm bracing for impact
Cause I might be the one for you
Wish I could drive you around with the windows down
I know your ex-boyfriend didn't like the sound
Of a high speed chase or the wind in his face
What a loser
Wish I could ring your number up on a telephone
Miss Americana with no place to call home call home
So if you wanna crash my car or make out by the minibar
Trash this town for the hell of it
And never look back
Play my strings like a guitar that's out of tune
Waste your time on a Wednesday with nothing to lose
I'm bracing for impact
Cause I might be the one for you
Credits
Writer(s): Dallin Phillips
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