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 demeanour of Mia Wallace red lippy stained your cigarette
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
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
It's not V
It's not E
I think I love you right down to my bones
I like this party 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
