Русская музыка

(I’m bad news) (Yeah, I’m bad news) (I’m bad news, why you think) (I’m bad news for you) I’ma make

I never saw it comin’, I was havin’ fun alone Took a couple shots, now I got your number in

I wanna call you up Tell you how I feel But I might scare you away if I get too

It’s been a couple months since I moved in all my stuff But this place still don’t feel like it’s

Palm trees, square dancing under the moon Sunsets, they ain’t got nothing on you And the purple in the sky

Counted up the days Since it went to hell and I watched you walk out Counted up the ways I’ve

I heard from a couple friends that you’re back with your ex again But I know there’s no way after

Pick up the phone, I swear to god, I miss you I love the way you sound when it’s dark