I was tongue tied
God, was she gorgeous
Her lips, I saw them moving
But all I saw was red
Red lips, red bandana
My face was red
We shared a moment
A moment that was fun
Slapped my ass, shared a few touches and called it a day
I wanted more, so I went back
God were you beautiful
I just wasn't thinking right
I should've got your name
I should've got your number
Now it is all just a memory
And it's casually breaking me apart
I'm going crazy with the what ifs
What if I caught your number
Would we have a chance?
If I was better at the chasing
Would you have liked to get caught?
