Hold On Me

(альбом: Whitsitt Chapel - 2022)

You've got curves just like this bottle
In my hand, but I can't stop
From turning it back, baby
It loves my lips like crazy
You got eyes that burn like tequila
Ain't no man who wouldn't kill to be with
You right here all wrapped up
So why am I so fucked up?

Making strings of bad decisions
Traded Heaven for this living hell, aw yeah

I know you're all I need
But I just can't break free
From this little devil on my shoulder swearing she's got wings
I might be holding you, but she's got the hold on me
Yeah, she's got the hold on me, yeah

I push last call 'til the sunrise
I come home and I close my eyes
The same time yours are opening
Walking in all broken

Covered in the sins I'm sipping
Traded Heaven for this living hell, aw yeah

I know you're all I need
But I just can't break free
From this little devil on my shoulder swearing she's got wings
I might be holding you, but she's got the hold on me
Yeah, she's got the hold on me, yeah, yeah

You've got curves just like this bottle
In my hand, but I can't stop
From turning it back, baby
Damn

I know you're all I need
But I just can't break free
From this little devil on my shoulder swearing she's got wings
I might be holding you, but she's got the hold on me
Yeah, she's got the hold on me, yeah, yeah