She dances at the party, high heels in hand.
Her feet feel like hell, I know because she told me.
And to her pretty doesn't hurt.
She sways her hips and bites her velvet lip,
And I'm not the kind of girl to fall for the same.
I swear she's doing weird shit to my brain.
The lights flashing the beat is blasting,
I don't go to many parties and now I remember why;
Because I'd rather drink a little wine by the beach and by a little I mean a lot
We would watch the sun fade and splash drunk in the golden waves. But I'm here because of this small town princess.
No alcohol in my blood stream, I'm high on want, my friend.
I want touch I want passion
No love or lust or desire.
The non sexual feeling of dancing replacing oxygen in my lungs,
Breathing fire and drinking to dim the dragon inside.
She even sits like a blaze is deep inside her heart.
The lights flashing the beat is blasting
I don't go to many parties and now I remember why.
Because I'd rather drink a little wine by the beach and by a little I mean a lot
And watch the sun fade and splash drunk in the golden waves
But I'm here because of this small town princess.
