Testo Pancakes

Pick up the phone
I swear to god, I miss you
I love the way you sound
When it’s dark outside
Pancakes, Champagne, is away
It’s almost 2
Those hands! The way your fingers
Fit between mine
I'm not any good at secrets
Could we fill a roll of film
The way those old Levi’s look on you
Got me thinking this is it (damn I'm in)
Ooh ooh ooh
That’s the way my heart feels

You are the best
Please don't ever change on me
Cloud nine times nine my mind
When I'm kissing you (gone with you)
Pancakes, Champagne, babe can I stay
It's almost three
My hands get cold in that rain