Summers In Vegas

(álbum: High Highs To Low Lows - 2019)

Pour your wine in a red cup
I saw you hide it under the register
The desert strip is no place for a kid
Oh whoa

Summers in Vegas were boring
My lucky days were when you would take me
To your pizza place in the morning, oh
Pay me in fresh dough and Mexican Coke
Or take me home

You don't say you love me, ooh
Do you think about me?
You don't say you love me
(You don't say you love me)
Do I make you happy?

Staring down at the blue dots
Why do all the houses look the same?
Cold cigarettes and money slots
Rolling the dice won't take your spot

Summers in Vegas were boring
My lucky days were when you would take me
To your pizza place in the morning
Pay me in fresh dough or Mexican Coke
Or take me home

You don't say you love me
Do you think about me?
You don't say you love me
(You don't say you love me)
Do I make you happy?
You don't say you love me
(You don't say you love me)
Do you think about me?
(Do you think about me?)
You don't say you love me
(You don't say you love me)
Do I make you happy?

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Summers in Vegas
Summers in Vegas