BAI-LALA

You look so good posing in my mirror
Tonight I’m taking your lipstick off
Because when I see you smile
Because when you look at me like that
I think 'how lucky am I to be with that hottie'

Girl, tell me what time you wanna go out
So I can show you off

It’s a story of pain that we both carry
Dance with me, girl, until the sun comes up
It’s a story of pain that we both carry
Dance with me, girl, until the sun comes up
Until it comes up
Dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it
Dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it

Green eyes, trendy little face
You’ve got a vibe that makes me fall for you
That makes me fall for you
I’ve got lipstick smudged on my lips
You lift me up and down like an elevator
A little massage [?]
And a hookah for two

Girl, tell me what time you wanna go out
So I can show you off
Girl, tell me what time you wanna go out
So I can show you off

It’s a story of pain that we both carry
Dance with me, girl, until the sun comes up
It’s a story of pain that we both carry
Dance with me, girl, until the sun comes up
Until it comes up
Dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it
Dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it
Dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it
Dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it, dance it