Whoa

(альбом: Sam Grow - 2014)

You outta see them pretty lips
Take a drag
Never wanna be a cigarrette so bad
Never wanted to know what its like to go
(Up in smoke)
I've never been jealous of a pair of jeans
But I wish that girl was wearing me
Wish I knew her name
Wish I could say it
Over and over
I want to be the liquor in her glass
The green in her grass
Her fall too fast
She got the hey now
She got the alright
She light up a room
She got the boom
She got the dynamite
She got the yeah
She got the ohh
She got the woah
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Every fire she starts is a work of art
I bet shes got a long trail of broken hearts
If its a gaurntee I still wish she'd be
The death of me
I wanna be the half that makes her whole
The hand she wants to hold
Her rock her roll
She got the hey now
She got the alright
She light up a room
She got the boom
She got the dynamite
She got the yeah
She got the ohh
She got the woah
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

She got the hey now
She got the alright
She light up a room
She got the boom
She got the dynamite
She got the hey now
She got the alright
She light up a room
She got the boom
She got the dynamite
She got the yeah
She got the ohh
She got the woah
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
She got the yeah
She got the ohh
She got the woah
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
She got the woah
Oh oh oh oh oh oh