I'm getting lost in your curls.
I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls.
I like your looks when you get mean.
I know I shouldn't say so, but when you claw me like a cat, I'm beaming.
I like the way you squeeze my hand;
pulling me into another dream, a lucid dream.
I'm getting lost in your curls.
I'm getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see;
they're not for other boys, they're just for me.
When you two talk from far away,
I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair.
When we're alone, I wanna say:
“let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe.”
Put on the dress that I like.
It makes me so crazy, you know I can't say why.
Keep on your stockings for a while.
There’s some kind of magic in the way you're lying there.
I'm getting lost in your curls.
I'm getting rushed back on a whim; our breath gets ribbed.
Back to the time when we were green.
I know we have changed, but I still grin 'cause I can't wait to see you.
Back to the time I touched your hand;
when I was so scared to look that mean, I think it's weird.
I'm getting lost in your curls.
I'm getting crushed out on the things that only I should see;
they're not for other boys, they're just for me.
When you two talk from far away,
It's so hard for me only to get the urge to kiss you there.
When we're alone, I wanna say:
“let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe.”
Put on the dress that I like.
It makes me so crazy, you know I can't say why.
Keep on your stockings for a while.
There’s some kind of magic in the way you're lying there.
Put on your dress that I like.
It makes me so crazy, you know I can't say why.
Keep on your stockings for a while.
There’s some kind of magic in the way you talk about your blue eye shadow.
It's not exactly blue though.
You refuse to call it anything but your blue (heart - ?).
I'm getting lost in your curls. I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls. I like your looks when you get mean. I know I shouldn't say so, but when you claw me like a cat, I'm beaming. I like the way you squeeze my hand; pulling me into another dream, a lucid dream.
I'm getting lost in your curls. I'm getting crushed out on the things that only I should see; they're not for other boys, they're just for me.
When you two talk from far away, I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair. When we're alone, I wanna say: “let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe.”
Put on the dress that I like. It makes me so crazy, you know I can't say why. Keep on your stockings for a while. There’s some kind of magic in the way you're lying there.
I'm getting lost in your curls. I'm getting rushed back on a whim; our breath gets ribbed. Back to the time when we were green. I know we have changed, but I still grin 'cause I can't wait to see you. Back to the time I touched your hand; when I was so scared to look that mean, I think it's weird. I'm getting lost in your curls. I'm getting crushed out on the things that only I should see; they're not for other boys, they're just for me.
When you two talk from far away, It's so hard for me only to get the urge to kiss you there. When we're alone, I wanna say: “let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe.”
Put on the dress that I like. It makes me so crazy, you know I can't say why. Keep on your stockings for a while. There’s some kind of magic in the way you're lying there.
Put on your dress that I like. It makes me so crazy, you know I can't say why. Keep on your stockings for a while. There’s some kind of magic in the way you talk about your blue eye shadow. It's not exactly blue though. You refuse to call it anything but your blue (heart - ?).