Crosstown - Remastered
It's not that I want to
Have you, I think you know
I have to grab you
Get inside my cab too
After you!
Black dress
In the moon shine
Candle lit air sounds about right
Flipping my hair at the stoplight
High flying
Take your time on a rainy day
Sipping coffee in the foggy way
Can't clear my brain
Know what they say
The girls go insane
Sunglasses in the evening
Cocktails with olives
At our meetings
Everything's repeating
Come see me
Let's get real fucked up
We won't know which way is up
Crosstown on the bus now
How's that sound?
Urban vacation
Take me to a place when
We never mind the looks
On their faces
Let's get real fucked up
We won't know which way is up
Crosstown on the bus now
How's that sound?
Urban vacation
Take me to a place when
We never mind the looks
On their faces
Now that you're with me
Now that you're with me
Now that you're with me
Now that you're with me
YSL on my lips
You put your hand on my hips
Leather at the headrest, our sunset (fancy)
Afternoon champagne
Collared shirt and dress plain
Take your photo
Don't tag me, though
Airport layover
Arm across my shoulders
Do you know what comes next
But don't expect
We can get fucked up
Blah, blah, blah
Have you, I think you know
I have to grab you
Get inside my cab too
After you!
Black dress
In the moon shine
Candle lit air sounds about right
Flipping my hair at the stoplight
High flying
Take your time on a rainy day
Sipping coffee in the foggy way
Can't clear my brain
Know what they say
The girls go insane
Sunglasses in the evening
Cocktails with olives
At our meetings
Everything's repeating
Come see me
Let's get real fucked up
We won't know which way is up
Crosstown on the bus now
How's that sound?
Urban vacation
Take me to a place when
We never mind the looks
On their faces
Let's get real fucked up
We won't know which way is up
Crosstown on the bus now
How's that sound?
Urban vacation
Take me to a place when
We never mind the looks
On their faces
Now that you're with me
Now that you're with me
Now that you're with me
Now that you're with me
YSL on my lips
You put your hand on my hips
Leather at the headrest, our sunset (fancy)
Afternoon champagne
Collared shirt and dress plain
Take your photo
Don't tag me, though
Airport layover
Arm across my shoulders
Do you know what comes next
But don't expect
We can get fucked up
Blah, blah, blah
Credits
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