Took the backroads on the way down
Didn't want to go home, so we stayed out
At a Chevron, buying scratch-offs
Losing everything we paid, that's some bad odds
Motel pool, it's a hot day
Taking pictures of you posing in the hallway
In the back seat, it's a cold night
When you're rolling down the window, I just feel like
Ah, there must be something in the water
I feel like spending all my dollars on ya
And if you're feeling smaller
I'll come back like a repeat caller
But you know me, and I know you
In a couple months, this will all just be old news
So let's make the front page
They'll read about us, triple digits on the freeway
Ah, there must be something in the water
I feel like spending all my dollars on ya
And if you're feeling smaller
I'll come back like a repeat caller
I'm callin' on ya
I come back like a repeat caller (ah)
I'm callin' on ya
I come back like a repeat caller
The card declined, we dash and dine
These yelllow traffic lights, we'll make a run for it
Park on the bluff, with the vodka buck
Is it not enough?
There must be something in the water
I feel like spending all my dollars on ya
Standing three feet taller
I'll come back like a repeat caller
Ah, there must be something in the water
I feel like spending all my dollars on ya
And if you're feeling smaller
I'll come back like a- (uh)
I'll come back like a-
I'm callin' on ya
I come back like a repeat caller
I'm callin' on ya
I come back like a repeat caller