When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

Maybe this isn't what you wanted baby
I don't blame you falling backwards

I'm full of artificial sweetener
My heart's been deceitful

This night is going to end when were damn well ready for it to be over.

Well tell me come on baby, tell me the answer
You may be a lover ; ; but you ain't no dancer

What a sweet talkin honey with a little bit of money can Turn your head around.