Musically Inclined

And though I'm not musically inclined
I can still make you shake it
So come on, let's take it
All the way this time
The bottle, her body
It's looking so fine, and
She's swears she's mine
Well I know she's lied a thousand times before
You can see in her eyes
The lights reflecting from the dance floor

Wake up, wake up
Can you hear the alarms ringing in your head
We're not shy when it comes to waking up
In unfamiliar beds

Wake up, wake up
Can you see that your heart's still half asleep
Wake up, wake up
All alone in your head, in a bed
And thinking of me

You wear your heart on your sleeve like a fly trap
First you lure them in Okay, Ready, Attack
And I can drop a name
At the drop of a hat
You looked at me and said
Boy c'mon get ready, you're next
Meet me top floor, behind closed doors
I threw a 20 down just to cover tip and my tab
Next thing I know, we're headed out the door and into a cab

Wake up, wake up
Can you hear the alarms ringing in your head
We're not shy when it comes to waking up
In unfamiliar beds

Wake up, wake up
Can you see that your heart's still half asleep
Wake up, wake up
All alone in your head, in a bed
And thinking of me

Wake up, wake up
Can you hear the alarms ringing in your head
We're not shy when it comes to waking up
In unfamiliar beds

Wake up, wake up
Can you see that your heart's still half asleep
Wake up, wake up
All alone in your head, in a bed
And thinking of me



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Rogers, Matthew Mcgee, Angel Venegas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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