I'm wishing I could rewind Put a cork back into that sweet red wine Put your midnight hair back up So you can let it fall one more time Untouch your skin So good so right, this is one night Float the moon back up in the sky Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em

Let me take a ride Don't cut yourself I want some help To please myself It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings I've got some rope

That shit made me wanna let go Won't miss that shit If you find them, they gon' get that shit And I won't miss any of them Winners Circle Uh, uh, uh, and uh Uh, uh-uh, they uh, and uh

You must really love me to lie to me Must really love me to lie to me You make letting me to, look so easy When I know that it can't be Wide awake at night, knowing it ain't right We both realize it might be over Must really love me to lie, lie to me

Fall into me Let me breathe the air you breathe When it comes to us Every single touch is something special When we're wrapped up in those sheets Yeah we're winning, we're losing When we're losing sleep Light a candle Turn all the lights down low

I know everything I ain't washing my sins Now we're lying about the nights Hiding it all behind the smiles You probably thought that you'd break my heart You probably thought that you'd make me cry I know what you did So I'ma let you taste her

Welcome to dying I don't let it out Look to the mirror it shows what I am Can't you see the dragon's seed bears in me The dragon's breath I don't let it out I spread my wings and fly away Close to insanity Beyond the realms I've been

Turn up the music loud Take the T top down And let the chrome shine Cruise along the river side Feel the wind blow Through your hair through your toes Got your bare feet hanging out the window Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh I saw a red Camaro today

Won't you let me know? If you love me Was a long and dark December So if you love me From the rooftops I remember There was snow Clearly I remember From the windows they were watching

How about you? When a girl meets boy Life can be a joy But the note they end on Will depend on Little pleasures they will share So let us compare I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?