Like Young Even If It's Getting Late
wooooooohhh
Underneath your window i motion
Soon we cradle our heads in our chests
Extend my finger as we pass
You don't have to hold it in tonight
We're alone and no standards can give us guilt
Even if it lasts a short time...time
Do you feel clean like me?
Even if it's getting late, we're still talking
Got a bag of pitted prunes and we share
them..them...them...them
wooooooohhh
I trust only you, meet me by the porch
Promise me you'll like yourself tomorrow when we meet
