| You’re crashing into me like waves on the coast
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| Every time we talk, you move in close
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| I don’t want you stop, I don’t want you to stop tonight
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| We’ve got the last two glasses on a straw hook bar
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| Trying to remember what number we are
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| String of white lights making your eyes shine tonight
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| We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
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| Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
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| You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria
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| Recking ball dancing down the hallway
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| You’re holding your shoes, wearing my shades
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| We fall against the door, we fall into a wild warm kiss
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| We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
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| Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
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| You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria
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| Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine
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| Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around
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| We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
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| Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
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| You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria
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| Your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria
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| Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine
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| Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around |