w/your hands in my hair
who could care
if Venus is on the wrong
side of the moon
{{can't blame us; we are all}}
trying to get closer to you

hand-in-hand-in-hand

we fit so nicely on your hip
i wish i could have
met your mom
let's get in my  car
& not look back
we don't have to call it; love

hand-in-hand-in-hand

when kissing = breathing
¿how can i stop
stare at my beer
while i drink in those
hazel eyes
so happily-happy
suffocating
on the feeling