Your bar nights, your ****** sleeves
She's a massichist in her own thoughts
Apparently that's what everyone's bought

Inbetween her mascara, her eyes are like beads
Like little planets, pulling me into her every plead
But I can't get close enough to read
I'm stuck in her orbit
I'm constantly following the way she leads

Just a couple more drinks
Let the radio play, maybe the right song 'n she'll dance
Maybe, maybe, I'll think

I feel the strangest gravity
Girl, I don't even know you
But you got a pull like no other
You make me feel like a creep

It's that song, that particular feeling
You see, you felt, but you can't anymore
It's that smile, that dance that you remembered
But you can't anymore
It's that strange gravity