THREEFOUR
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
There's a child in my head
And a tiger in my stomach
Devil's in the detail
I'm starting to plummet
They don't see eye to eye
Turning into word-vomit
So Imma say fuck it
(Fuck it)
So I call you up to tell you that you're pretty
And to my surprise you answer quite specifically
"Boy you think this is the fifties?
You gotta do much better than pretty please"
I'm fed up the fact is I'm tired of seeing blue
Feel so out of practice, don't know what to do
Things are heating up when I'm thinking of you
I really like the way you move
Go
(One, two)
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
No strings attached
Unless in fact (fact)
You're thinking what I'm thinking
Hmmm should I double back? (Should I double back?)
Retract the statement that I made
I know that it sounds whack
And if I say "I love you" you don't have to say it back
(I love you!)
There, I went and said it
I tried to be authentic
Sure hope I don't regret it
Did I burst the bubble?
Quite often I fumble
When I'm seeing double
I get into trouble
So out of the rubble
Could we be a couple?
A couple of pieces
That fit in this puzzle
Damn
I need you to take the lead
And tell me what you want this to be
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
I'm leaving with you
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
There's a child in my head
And a tiger in my stomach
Devil's in the detail
I'm starting to plummet
They don't see eye to eye
Turning into word-vomit
So Imma say fuck it
(Fuck it)
So I call you up to tell you that you're pretty
And to my surprise you answer quite specifically
"Boy you think this is the fifties?
You gotta do much better than pretty please"
I'm fed up the fact is I'm tired of seeing blue
Feel so out of practice, don't know what to do
Things are heating up when I'm thinking of you
I really like the way you move
Go
(One, two)
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
No strings attached
Unless in fact (fact)
You're thinking what I'm thinking
Hmmm should I double back? (Should I double back?)
Retract the statement that I made
I know that it sounds whack
And if I say "I love you" you don't have to say it back
(I love you!)
There, I went and said it
I tried to be authentic
Sure hope I don't regret it
Did I burst the bubble?
Quite often I fumble
When I'm seeing double
I get into trouble
So out of the rubble
Could we be a couple?
A couple of pieces
That fit in this puzzle
Damn
I need you to take the lead
And tell me what you want this to be
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
Three, four
When you walk in the door
Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw
Stomach in my throat
I can't take it anymore
'Less I'm leaving with you
I'm leaving with you
Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Mountfort Hurwood, Tobias Priddle
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