And now you're in the sheets I washed last night
Warm hands, they touch on my
You can rub it off, the ones that tried before
But you make me sing higher
Than any of those musical geniuses
You don't write love songs
And you don't ask me to write one with you
My legs opening up like the first chord of my favorite tune
It's ok, you didn't make it
To see me play your song in front of strangers
So funny, I didn't think that
There would be someone that knows me like that
A love that keeps me sane
But you make me sing higher
Than any of those musical geniuses
You don't write love songs
And you don't ask me to write one for you
My legs opening up like the first chord of my favorite tune