Jessica
She's built like a bottle of Disaronno
But I hate if she might break if I were to drop her on the floor
So I said to her
Jessica in your sister's shirt
I pity the fool who falls in love with you
Oh Jessica when you dress like that
I just pity the fool who falls in love with you
And there's a bottle of wine on my bedside table
It reminds me of you
(But there's this) Blue sky hanging onto the side of my front left mirror view
(Left mirror view) So I drive into the setting sun regretting and forgetting every little thing you've done
Ohhhh seems I'm the bullet and you're the gun
Woahhh
And I'm the bullet and you're the gun
Jessica the girl that words can't hurt
And I pity the fool who falls in love with you
Ohh but Jessica you're just a little girl who's afraid of the dark
A child lost in the park
And I pity the fool who falls in love with you
And there's a bottle of wine on my bedside table
Reminds me of you
(But there's your blue) Blue jeans split from the seams you tuck them into your snake skin boots
(Snake skin boots) As I drive into the setting sun regretting and forgetting every little thing you've done
Woahhh
Seems I'm the bullet and you're just Jessica
The girl that words can't hurt
And I think you think you're just a metaphor woahhh ohhhh
Ohhhhh
But I hate if she might break if I were to drop her on the floor
So I said to her
Jessica in your sister's shirt
I pity the fool who falls in love with you
Oh Jessica when you dress like that
I just pity the fool who falls in love with you
And there's a bottle of wine on my bedside table
It reminds me of you
(But there's this) Blue sky hanging onto the side of my front left mirror view
(Left mirror view) So I drive into the setting sun regretting and forgetting every little thing you've done
Ohhhh seems I'm the bullet and you're the gun
Woahhh
And I'm the bullet and you're the gun
Jessica the girl that words can't hurt
And I pity the fool who falls in love with you
Ohh but Jessica you're just a little girl who's afraid of the dark
A child lost in the park
And I pity the fool who falls in love with you
And there's a bottle of wine on my bedside table
Reminds me of you
(But there's your blue) Blue jeans split from the seams you tuck them into your snake skin boots
(Snake skin boots) As I drive into the setting sun regretting and forgetting every little thing you've done
Woahhh
Seems I'm the bullet and you're just Jessica
The girl that words can't hurt
And I think you think you're just a metaphor woahhh ohhhh
Ohhhhh
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Writer(s): Ellis Cole Russell
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