Slow my breathing, eyes go left and eyes go right
I don't think I'll make that last bus home tonight
We are talking, my heart's beating like a cannon out my chest
Slow the sun down so it won't come round while I'm still in bed with you
Breakfast quickly then you kiss me just before I have to shoot
Spent the bus ride with my tongue tied, still astonished you let me stay, oh
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
Make a juice blend, try to make ends meet, I work a coffee shop
Starting morning while the yawning business men are waking up
Think about you all the way through an entire double shift, oh
Slow the clock down so it won't go round with every tick
We're at my place, there is no space for us to sit
Draw the curtains, kiss your forehead, do you think you'll stay the night?
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
It's just like a glitter fountain, all those water works
I'm feeling, oh that smile is too appealing not to enjoy
And oh I hope our grip, will never tire and never slip, can we cling like a paper clip to our sheets?
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
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Slow my breathing, eyes go left and eyes go right
I don't think I'll make that last bus home tonight
We are talking, my heart's beating like a cannon out my chest
Slow the sun down so it won't come round while I'm still in bed with you
Breakfast quickly then you kiss me just before I have to shoot
Spent the bus ride with my tongue tied, still astonished you let me stay, oh
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
Make a juice blend, try to make ends meet, I work a coffee shop
Starting morning while the yawning business men are waking up
Think about you all the way through an entire double shift, oh
Slow the clock down so it won't go round with every tick
We're at my place, there is no space for us to sit
Draw the curtains, kiss your forehead, do you think you'll stay the night?
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
It's just like a glitter fountain, all those water works
I'm feeling, oh that smile is too appealing not to enjoy
And oh I hope our grip, will never tire and never slip, can we cling like a paper clip to our sheets?
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
I don't think I'll make that last bus home tonight
We are talking, my heart's beating like a cannon out my chest
Slow the sun down so it won't come round while I'm still in bed with you
Breakfast quickly then you kiss me just before I have to shoot
Spent the bus ride with my tongue tied, still astonished you let me stay, oh
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
Make a juice blend, try to make ends meet, I work a coffee shop
Starting morning while the yawning business men are waking up
Think about you all the way through an entire double shift, oh
Slow the clock down so it won't go round with every tick
We're at my place, there is no space for us to sit
Draw the curtains, kiss your forehead, do you think you'll stay the night?
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
It's just like a glitter fountain, all those water works
I'm feeling, oh that smile is too appealing not to enjoy
And oh I hope our grip, will never tire and never slip, can we cling like a paper clip to our sheets?
She's got that thing about her yea
It isn't just the pretty hair
Maybe we could make this last
Baby could we make this last?
Writer: Josh Wolfsohn
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