Alright, alright. Alright. . Wandering the streets in a world underneath it all. Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet as what I can't have. Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger.
Sometimes, I almost stop my breathin'. When I think how much I love you.. Sometimes, I feel like cryin' For no reason at all.. . Related. . Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs.
Wandering the streets in a world underneath it all. Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet as what I can't have. . Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger.
Wandering the streets in a world underneath it all. Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet as what I can't have. . Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair round your finger.
Take everything out, just put it back. Right where you found it. You, your hands in your jeans. Were you waiting for me?. 'Cause that's how I found you.