Chica

I Spent my life
Looking for you
There you were
Walking up the stairs
The sun and the wind
Playing in your hair
Then I knew
I would always be there

Got your long dress on
Move around like you
Own the sun
I got my weed but
You roll your own

You the kind of girl
That I wanna take home

Finished drinks
It was a quarter
'til 2
Making out on the
Avenue
Disappearing
After the show

She the kind of girl
That I want to take home

I Passed the the bottle
Of Jim Beam around
With a smile then she
Drank it down
There was a brawl but
She held her own

She the kind of girl
That I want to take home

Left the party
The sun was rising
Hanging out
We were wasting time
I made her laugh
She said "please don't go"

She the kind of girl
That I want to take home

And I spent my life
Looking for you

There you were
Walking up the stairs
The sun and the wind
Playing in your hair
Then I knew
I would always be there

Sixty-Nine and
A 40 two
Add it up
If you only knew
Time was short
But I'm not alone

She the kind of girl
That I want to
Take home

Waking up
There was no one there
All she left was the
Scent of her hair and
A dirty picture that's
On my phone

She the kind of girl
That I want to take
home

Oh and then I'll
Spend my life
Looking for you
There you were
Walking up the stairs (up the stairs)
The sun and the wind
Playing in your hair (they're in your hair)
Then I knew knew
Right right
Then that
I would always be there
I would always be
There

Woah
You got your long dress on (yes she does)
Move around like
You own the sun (yes she do)
I got my weed but you
Roll your own

You the kind of girl
That I want to take home

You got your long dress on (yes she does)
Move around like
You own the sun (yes she do)
I got my weed but you
Roll your own

You the kind of girl
That I want to take home