Flying

girl you're the number one i really wanna know one glass of red while getting dressed and then we'd go you know i really wanna say it but i won't you get me shy so i just left you with a note whenever you pop up in front put down my phone can't keep my eyes off you i wish we were alone rather than at this matinee for reasons i don’t know were walking out the door but then they played your song sometimes i like to picture just you and me flying, flying you know i fall you again and then again all the places i keep you inside my head i gotta talk to you you’ll never lose my ear sunset on the veranda hands run through my hair again and again one more baby again and again one more baby girl you, you, you, you, you sometimes i like to picture just you and me flying, flying