Even though we break up in the end Even if I knew you'd be the one that got away I'd still go back and get you Even if I knew you'd be my best and worst mistake Over and over, again and again I still walk in that bar a little drunk I still ask you what

The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

Even though we break up in the end Even if I knew you'd be the one that got away I'd still go back and get you Even if I knew you'd be my best and worst mistake Over and over, again and again I still walk in that bar a little drunk I still ask you what

Jiggle all this weight, yeah, you know I love all of this Take off all my make-up 'cause I love what’s under it Rub off all your words, don't give a, "uh", I'm over it (Strip!) Finally love me naked, sexiest when I'm confident Nah, I don't give a, not-

So open it up and take a look 'Cause under the covers one discovers But a cover is not the book That the king may be a crook For a cover is nice A cover is nice Chapter titles are like signs And if you read between the lines You'll find your first

And I said someday I'll get my life straight And she said it's too late What's done is done And I told her someday She said I can't wait 'Cause sometimes someday just never comes She looked me in the eye and said it's over I can't take this heartache

Can I be your plus one? I could take you undercover, on the run, baby The night is young Ooh, baby, would you play my song? Ooh, baby, ever feel you're naughty for the fun baby? Now can I be your plus (plus, plus), be your plus one? I could be your plus

Give me one last kiss, one last thrill Let's take one last drive just one last time And go up on ol' lovers hill Let's take one last look at those city lights Like the first time we came up here and learned how to feel Let's take one last look at those

When love, takes me over CHORUS (Jimmy Cozier) Its paradise It's always nice Touch pon di ends And a incense, herbs and oils Scrapbook newspaper

The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze