They hold on tight Yeah, they hold on tight Ooh, they hold on tight Them lips won't let me go (Lips won't let me go, lips won't let me go, oh) Every birthday, every birthday Don't let this go to your head But you're the best, I've ever had Not to mention

Yeah yeah yeah (yeah, ooh) Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (yeah) (Yeah, yeah) Louder (louder) Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher (uhh, yeah, higher) It's like standing in the ocean We just rocked Coachella, I gave her half of the

You always will be my summer love 'Cause you were mine for the summer Now we know it's nearly over Feels like snow in September But I always will remember You were my summer love Yeah, oh ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh Can't believe you're packing your bags

Everybody wanna be like me Everybody wanna be like me (ooh, yeah) Everybody wanna be like me (huh?) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (ooh) Bust down, big chains and dress fancy (yeah, ooh) Everybody wanna be like me (ooh) Everybody wanna be like me

Yeah it goes like this And it goes like hey, girl I'm blown away Yeah it starts with a smile and it ends with an all night long slow kiss And it goes like ooh, what I wouldn't do To write my name on your heart, get you wrapped in my arms baby all around

I'm just waiting on a friend Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah I'm not waiting on a lady Just waiting on a friend Watching girls passing by, it ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls

Bring it on home, bring it on home Bring it on home to you 'M gonna bring it on home to you I've got my ticket, I've got that load Gone up, go higher, all aboard 'M take my seat, a-right way back, ooooh yeah Watch this train goin' down the track

If he finds out I don't give a fuck, ooh yeah That nigga ain't gon' do shit I don't care Your boyfriend ain't shit He be fucking with your bestfriend And I don't give a fuck, no He be lying

But ooh, you got that thang You walk in with a crooked smile Yeah your hair's a little out of style The way you drink, the way you trip The way you bite your bottom lip The way you slip, the way you slide The way you walk, the way you drive

It shouldn't hurt to look your way (hey, ah-ah, ah) It shouldn't hurt to look your way (your way, ah-ah, ah) I shouldn't have to catch a case (ah-ah, ah yeah) 'Cause I'm the one that can't stand to feel any more pain (ah-ah, ooh) Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh