Sun washed skin, a gold reflection in the face of neon light
A girl walks by with a red paleta and I think I lose my mind
Maybe we can talk we can get together
We can leave it all behind
We can take a walk
I can make it better
Nothing is sweeter than I
Give me a look, let me know you're mine
You got a habit of making me hot
You got to give me more
You got to give me more
I got something that I know you want
I know you want it bad
I know you want it bad
You can use me I will return for more
You can love me I will walk out the door
Take your love letters and rip em up
I said rip em up, Child
Give me a look, let me know you're mine