KMA

I can see you’re not yourself. Even when you’re here with me. I know you so well. So put another record on, kiss and leave me on. Nothing really matters when we’re dancing. Listen to the same sad song playing on repeat. Because every time we come this close, my heart skips, skips a beat. So come on, spin me around. I don’t wanna go home. Because when you hold me like this, you know my heart skips a beat. I know I should, but I can’t leave it alone. Oh oh oh! oh oh oh!