You're the beach on Christmas Eve
Wrong place, good time, consistently
I feel like a walking love song
When you do me like that can you tell my brain turns off? No
My favorite set of stairs is the one up to your room
And my heavy set of cares evaporates all around you
Evil comes in pairs and we like what we do
You've got me feeling like a walking love song
I must've caught you from 11:11
My lucky number 7
I try to hide with my words
But you just find me clever
I found a million places
You'd be worth the chases to go-oh-oh...
From 7-11's to California Heavens
I try to hide with my words
But you just find me clever
I found a million places
You'd be worth the chases to go-oh-oh...
Click your heels, I'll take you home
I found your slipper in the cold
I feel like a played out love song
Since when's it hurt so bad
Can you help me turn this off? No
My favorite set of stairs is the one up to your room
