Lyrics

[Intro] I just don't ever think we'll find him, an empty road Down somewhere in El Sonata, it's always cold (What's the matter if it feels right, feels right?) Ahem [Verse] You're awful pretty, took my breath away Could I have it back? Knead in your spot when you're not there, just like a kitty-cat Met on the internet, I asked if you could video chat And I would whisper when my mom came 'round