Lyrics Personal Space - Petrie

Personal Space

Here’s looking at you
Tryna get through April
So sick of waiting tables, I
I’m rooting for you
We fell in love so madly
But nothing takes the sadness out (Ayy)
If I could teleport over there
Pinot Grigio over there
Lover you’d be bored of the kisses
We’d cook dinner in our underwear (Singing)
«Here, there and everywhere»
We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We’d be in bliss until we miss it (Ahh-ahh)
Fuck living with me (Fuck that)
I ask too many questions
And get these weird obsessions
God knows we’re lonely (Lonely, Lonely…)
In a state of limbo
If only it were simple (Oh)
If I could teleport over there
Pinot Grigio over there
Lover we’d ignore all the dishes (Ooh-ooh)
We’d cook dinner in our underwear (Yeah)
And dance like Fred Astaire
We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We’d be in bliss until we miss it (Ahh-ahh)
If I could teleport over there…
If I could teleport over there…
We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We’d be in bliss until we miss it (Ahh-ahh)