Oh oh, oh oh, oh I'm a nineties baby In my eighties Mercedes Feel like a hard-to-get starlet when I'm driving Got them Ray-Ban shades pretty in pink Call me old school but hey It's Saturday night, about time to go Got my white leather jacket and a neon

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight I feel I'm in the mood Hey baby, the hour is late I feel I've got to move Well, hey now, baby Aw, hey now, baby, Well, I like your smile Won't you come and talk to me For a little while

All I gotta do is play it cool And end the night with a kiss My hands are sweatin' heavy Something she's got got me feeling like this Hey, hey baby's on the way I ain't been doin to right Since I met her last night Some kinda burnin' breakfast Lost at

Bossa nova, bossa nova She said, go, bossa nova baby Keep on dancin' She said, hey, bossa nova baby Keep on workin' for I said, take it easy, baby I worked all day And my feet feel just like lead You got my shirt tails

In this glass world In this glass world, we stop feeling pain, Going nowhere, we've got everything, In this glass world, People who live below, wish they were here, just looking in In this glass world, we bathe by starlight, No troubles here, that's on

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense He got his ratchet, no life jacket ready to dive in Lil' homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end I know they ain't feelin' my

Come on let me hold you touch you feel you Kiss you taste you all night So here I am I'm trying So here I am are you ready I've been here before a few times And I'm quite aware we're dying And your hands they shake with goodbyes And I'll take you back if