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(Two, three, four)
Ooh God, I'm nervous, can you tell?
New girl, her name is Ariel
At a party, too early
It's just me and her, man, I'm fucking up my words
Awkward, lock eyes
Eight hours until the sun will rise
She said, "I don't know much about love
Kinda hate it, but it sells well in the hearts of the young"
I don't wanna waste your time
And I look good tonight
Better just shoot my shot
Shot, shot, shot!
Ooh, first move is the worst of it
Then everything comes alphabetic
When the beat is a bop
Bop, bop, bop!
Ugh, oh
Take me tonight
Ugh, oh, ugh
Too shy, fuck my life
I need a mirror and a lock for a minute or two
Sip water
It's all a bit much, I can't pretend
Her hands, my waist
Crack up, got nothing left to say
Man, we don't much about love
That's some bullshit
Maybe one day, we could say it out loud
Yeah, I don't wanna waste your time
And I look good tonight
Better just shoot my shot
Shot, shot, shot!
Ooh, first move is the worst of it
Then everything comes alphabetic
When the beat is a bop
Bop, bop, bop!
Woo-hoo
Take me tonight
Woo-hoo
Yeah!
Woo-hoo
Take me tonight
Ugh, oh, oh
Yeah, 'cause I don't wanna waste your time
And I look good tonight
Better just shoot my shot
They say, they say first move is the worst of it
Then everything comes alphabetical
When the beat is a bop
Bop, bop, bop, bop!
Yeah, take me tonight
Oh, come on!
Woo-hoo
Take me tonight
Oh, come on
Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Alright, that's it, that's it
Yeah
WRITERS
Matt Parad, William Cook
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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