I had no idea That you would be here As you smile from the corner And raise up your beer And then you touch my hand When you walked by And I get a contact high
This ain't no crazy party No, it ain't no Bonnaroo Hell the only thing smoking In this place is you That dress is on fire girl When I look in your eyes Oh I get a contact high
What you do to me baby Being here in this room Is so damn frustrating That I can't hold you And it's driving me crazy I can smell your perfume And it goes to my head So I take a deep breath and I hold it
Now the whole world is hazy And I'm dazed and confused Thing is I ain't touched nothin' Nothin' but you And that's even just barely We've been laughing and talking all night
But Oh baby Being here in this room It's driving me crazy Not holdin', not holdin' you And it's just conversation And second-hand perfume But it goes to my head So I take a deep breath And I hold it
Oh I get a contact high Get a contact high
Compositores: Brad Douglas Paisley (Brad Paisley) (ASCAP), John Kelley Lovelace (Lovelace Kelley) (ASCAP), Lee Thomas Miller (BMI)Editores: New House Of Sea Gayle Music (ASCAP), New Sea Gayle Music, The Country and Western Music (BMI), Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI), Wc Music Corp (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #15347788 em 20/Abr/2024