words. Yesterday is over, it's the first day of my life. You look so fuckin' pretty, and I know it's not the wine. You spin me 'round in circles, underneath your starry eyes. And now I feel all right.
Ooh, ooh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Hmm, hmm, hmm. I am so impulsive to a fault. I want the opposite of what I got. The second I get bored, I switch it up. Makin' bad decisions, based on temporary thoughts.