Bag? Fumbled.

There's a lunatic in me
That thinks I've got a shot
She's Aphrodite in a Yankees cap
Shoot a compliment for one text back
Washed up with her coffee in hand

I know what you want with me
Have a little sympathy
Now that we're alone in bed
Cross my heart and kill me dead

There's a lunatic in me
That knows I've got a shot
She's Aphrodite in a Yankees cap
She's got me beggin' her to text me back
A toss up of my fate in her hands

Don't tell me
What you think I should say
Trust me my brain, it works
Just a bit differently

Don't tell me
What you think I should say
Trust me my brain, it works
Just a bit differently

I know what you want with me
Have a little sympathy
Now that I'm alone in bed
Cross my heart and kill me dead



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Seybold, Judah Gartzke
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