Best. Lyrics. EVER.
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
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chilung:
Thanks for the comments. Don't know the band. Might have to listen out for them.
blackphoenix:
Those words again.... *cough* But Panic At The Disco rock my socks 
My favourite is The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage. It's funktastical.
Those words again.... *cough* But Panic At The Disco rock my socks My favourite is The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage. It's funktastical.