Do you wanna be more than mates?
You rattle 'round my head
You were stood there with your docs on
It was pretty cold for bare legs
A demeanor of Mia Wallace
Red lippy stained your cigarette
And it was the way you moved your hands when you confessed
We're a bad idea at best
Hold on for dear life
I think that we're both out our minds
Hold your fist tight
Me oh my, don't lose your kite
A damsel did defy her drunken stupor and she joked
With a scoundrel doused in denim
He slowly filled the room with smoke
And our fingertips were touching
We somehow found ourselves alone
Oh, how our hearts have bled for this, I confessed
We're a bad idea at best
Hold on for dear life
I think that we're both out our minds
Hold your fist tight
Me oh my, don't lose your kite
I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight
I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight
It's not L
It's not O
Its not V
It's not E
It's not L
It's not O
Its not V
It's not E
It's not L
It's not O
Its not V
It's not E
It's not L
It's not O
Its not V
It's not E
And I think I love you right down to my bones
I like this party, but when are we off home?
Parisian exchange of lips on my brain
Parisian exchange, Parisian exchange
Hold on for dear life
I think that we're both out our minds
Hold your fist tight
Me oh my, don't lose your kite
I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight
I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight