Lyrics All Part of the Experience - Make Out Monday

All Part of the Experience

I wanna come home to you, the you that i knew
You’d drop what you’re doing and demand that i hold you
Living room serenades, dusty records that still play
My hand on your waist while you spin up the staircase
Brown bangs hugging your pale face
Black bags like saucers under eyes like space
And of course we will dance until we can’t stay away you might not be Molly i
sure ain’t no James
But together we’re a movie a film that