One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Can we be alone yet I've been feeling for a moment But do you even want me The way that I've been feeling But there's something in the air still It's covering my body And making me exhausted One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight You make the girls go crazy You keep them up at night I kinda think you hate me I kinda think I'm right Cause when we're all alone I Can't help but feel like I'm falling backwards, falling backwards Oh it's invigorating, on the edge of my seat Do you know what I'm saying, when I can't stop to think (Cont)