'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

Pacin' back and forth in my mind Thinkin' is it really worth it sometimes, ooh You know it get hard when I'm four drinks in I just did too much Now I gotta live with my decisions I avoid none, yeah Can't deny what a body wants, ooh Can't deny what a body

Comfortable silence is so overrated We haven't spoke since you went away Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too Even my phone misses your call, by the way Woke up alone in this hotel

I only want to be In your record collection As I thought I was I take too long To answer telephones I take too long to type my name And record messages But my handwriting is excellent

And baby it said too much It didn't say enough 'Cause I'm waking up alone Missing that midnight kiss I can't promise you forever All I know is I still want you to come over And I'm stone cold sober I let the whiskey talk I got the feeling now

That's why I need a touch That's why I need a touch (yeah) Must be an addiction I guess I want too much (too much) I just want love and lust You just can't love me back (yeah) Found good, but now I feel bad Like I know I can't take it back No, there's

Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm When I want you flyin' with me Yeah, your heart is like a wild bird Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm (yeah, eh) And you don't know how to fly it, girl Changes too much on the breeze Just to love someone like me You've been talkin' in my sleep You keep

I want to know about the strangers like me Tell me more, please show me About the strangers like me I want to know, can you show me? Something is familiar Whatever you do I'll do it too Show me everything And tell me how

You got niggas and I got bitches I want you, to turn up on me Every night when I see you Better recognize when I see you I really want you, you, you Hit the club for you, you, you Even look like Lauren London too I be tripping, but this money ain't Hit

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to