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Sex, Drugs & Money

Boy In Space

On your skin like a late night drive
Cruisin' your curves and takin' my time
Midsummer strawberry cake
The way I turn red when you're lookin' my way
Cold ice tea with the windows cracked
A puppy on the street, just smilin' back

Oh-oh, how I love, how I love, how I love how you love me
Cool like a pool I could dive into when I'm meltin'
The way the girls sayin' it won't rain
My favorite T-shit with the mustard stains

Sex, drugs and money can't compare to you
And the things that you do
I've tried to write it down on a page
There's no way to say it out loud
You're more than a feelin'

You're a family tape of an old vacation
Can't [?] a single conversation
The [?] on a leather couch
Tried to savin' me mouth to mouth
Your [?]
[?] if you catch my drift

Oh-oh, how I love, how I love, how I love how you love me
Cool like the AC feels when you sit in the front seat
A homecooked meal after getting back
From a roadtrip eating only drugstore snacks

Sex, drugs and money can't compare to you
And the things that you do
I've tried to write it down on a page
There's no way to say it out loud
You're more than a feelin'