I Think We're On To Something Here Paroles

I just worry if the late nights are the right ones



I won't tell if you won't tell him about this



Clutching my shoulders while I'm gasping for breath

You had me at "well, maybe"



Come on, Blue Eyes, who are you kidding?

With the way you walk and talk


That will be bound to make or break our expectations

Make or break our summer



Lay back and enjoy impending danger

You know I can't resist a risk with wagers

That are carefully, so carefully placed

Like the lace at your waist

While the silence writhes from your mouth



So keep close to my cover

I'm just being honest

A plea for you to listen up



If you won't talk, I've got ways of making you