Lipstick and Polaroids
Late night hanging with your boy
Record player playing white noise
That’s the way, that’s the way I
Like it when the stars are out
Drop top cruising out of town
You and me, it’s going down
That’s the way, that’s the way
Hold me down, I’ll play your game
Kiss until I, I
I’m addicted to your everything, everything
My body’s tripping on you
Feeling higher than the moon
Got me trying something new
Falling into you, foolish
My body’s tripping on you
Feeling higher than the moon
Got me trying something new
Falling into you, foolish
Black nails and denim jeans
Every night feeling like a dream
Always know just what I need
That’s the way, that’s the way I
Like it when you play a little rough
Breathe you in, can’t get enough
Keep it in, oh, I need a rush
That’s the way, that’s the way
Hold me down, I’ll play your game
Kiss until I, I
I’m addicted to your everything, everything
My body’s tripping on you
Feeling higher than the moon
Got me trying something new
Falling into you, foolish
My body’s tripping on you
Feeling higher than the moon
Got me trying something new
Falling into you, foolish
Blurring all the lines, lost in paradise
Woah, woah
Baby stay the night, fading out of time
Woah, woah
My body’s tripping on you
Feeling higher than the moon
Got me trying something new
Falling into you, foolish
My body’s tripping on you
Feeling higher than the moon
Got me trying something new
Falling into you, foolish
Falling into you, foolish
Falling into you, foolish
Other lyrics by Rebecca Black:
American Doll
(American doll) Sit up, act right, smile, big spotlight Don’t speak, be nice, ate this appetite It’s safe to swallow me, take my autonomy The best girls are …
Anyway
I’ve waited for moments of clarity Sleepwalkin’ through life like a daydream Time’s not on our side and you are not by mine I’m free falling …
Better In My Memory
I’ve been feeling Don’t wanna feel this I hate the memories we made I got secrets Been up so sleepless I need these memories to change I’m gonna make it …
Blue
We’ve been here before Re-opened up the door With high expectations I think that we both know There’s gonna be a storm An avalanche waiting Tried to pretend …
Closer
(Closer than) I’ve got a habit Of giving too much Or too little There’s no in-between With me, you know I’m impulsively jealous I’m in high school …