You’d Be Thinking of Me
I bet you have your wireless on
Sitting in the tube listening to this song
I bet you had some bad nights drowning in regret
'Cause you took the easy way out
You know I was never too much
'Cause you're just not enough
Thought you'd be too busy and
Too rational to see
But after twenty-two days
Of all that freedom, boy I bet
You'd be thinking of me
In my vintage coat
When you see a red Vespa driving by
Her cruel summer
Singing in my room with red wine
White and blue
A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea
I bet you'd be thinking of me
You saw some video on the gram
And you thought of me but you couldn't send
You found some vintage record store
Saw the vinyl that I wanted but you put it back instead
The blame was never mine
Right girl in your youthful times
Thought you'd be too cool to feel and
Too good to see
But after twenty-two days
Of all that leisure boy I bet
You'd be thinking of me
In my vintage coat
When you see a red Vespa driving by
Her cruel summer
Singing in my room with red wine
White and blue
A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea
You'd be thinking of me
In my vintage coat
When you see a red Vespa driving by
Her cruel summer
Singing in my room with red wine
White and blue
A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea
I bet you'd be thinking of me
I bet you'd be thinking of me
I bet you'd be thinking of me
Sitting in the tube listening to this song
I bet you had some bad nights drowning in regret
'Cause you took the easy way out
You know I was never too much
'Cause you're just not enough
Thought you'd be too busy and
Too rational to see
But after twenty-two days
Of all that freedom, boy I bet
You'd be thinking of me
In my vintage coat
When you see a red Vespa driving by
Her cruel summer
Singing in my room with red wine
White and blue
A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea
I bet you'd be thinking of me
You saw some video on the gram
And you thought of me but you couldn't send
You found some vintage record store
Saw the vinyl that I wanted but you put it back instead
The blame was never mine
Right girl in your youthful times
Thought you'd be too cool to feel and
Too good to see
But after twenty-two days
Of all that leisure boy I bet
You'd be thinking of me
In my vintage coat
When you see a red Vespa driving by
Her cruel summer
Singing in my room with red wine
White and blue
A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea
You'd be thinking of me
In my vintage coat
When you see a red Vespa driving by
Her cruel summer
Singing in my room with red wine
White and blue
A dash of heaven, that cerulean sea
I bet you'd be thinking of me
I bet you'd be thinking of me
I bet you'd be thinking of me
Credits
Writer(s): Yu Wen Wang
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