I think I might
Know you the best after midnight
Tipsy on red wine
Black dress, skin-tight
Hands fit so well on my waistline
You say, "You're all mine"
So how do I know your skin? How do I know your touch?
But you never let me in, you never open up
I don't know what this is
Is it me? Is it you? Is it us?
But I know
I could pick him right out of a line up
Southern looking boy from Carolina
With blue eyes, but I don't know what's behind them
It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire
I wish I could read him, I've been tryna
Make sense of what's been going on inside his
Sweet mind, but I don't know what he's hiding
He's a good guy, and a damn good liar
Long day tracing
Freckles that paint constellations
Pull me back in
Half smile, dark hair
Cologne that lingers through the air
Now I smell it everywhere
So how do I know your skin? How do I know your touch?
But you never let me in, no, you never open up
I don't know what this is
Is it me? Is it you? Is it us?
But I know
I could pick him right out of a line up
Southern looking boy from Carolina
With blue eyes, but I don't know what's behind them
It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire
I wish I could read him, I've been tryna
Make sense of what's been going on inside his
Sweet mind, but I don't know what he's hidin'
He's a good guy, and a damn good liar
He's a damn good liar, mm
(It's a fine line)
I know he's lying but he's still coming home
And I don't wanna sleep here all alone
I know he's lying but I bet you he already knows
That I'm not gonna be the one to let this go
Oh mhh
I could pick him right out of a line up
That's my boy, my boy
With blue eyes, but I don't know what's behind them
It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire
I wish I could read him, I've been tryna
Make sense of what's been going on inside his
Sweet mind, but I don't know what he's hiding
He's a good guy, and a damn good liar
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