Flirting With Her - Sir Babygirl

Flirting with her is like butterflies screaming

Taking off into the night

Flirting with her is like cool nights beaming

Stars glued to my thighs

I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that

«How is it that you two always seem to match?»

I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that

Just promise that you’ll never give it back

Flirting with her is like skinning your knee

Reconciling with the concrete

Flirting with her is like losing your key

What the fuck is going on with me?

I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that

«How is it that you two always seem to match?»

I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that

Just promise that you’ll never give it back

She left her name on my lips

I don’t think I’ll ever get over her hips

Or ever feel like anything else exists

When she texts me «hey»

She left her name on my lips

I don’t think I’ll ever get over her hips

Or ever feel like anything else exists

When she texts me

Brring… hey!

I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that

«How is it that you two always seem to match?»

I’ll lend you this, I’ll lend you that

How is it that we always seem to match?

She left her name on my lips

She left her name on my lips

She left her name on my lips

She left her name on my lips

Brring… hey!