Lyrics : Tommy Richman/Jonah Roy/Román Ortíz
Music : Tommy Richman/Jonah Roy/Román Ortíz
Oh, girl
Put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now
Yeah, 'cause it's 32 out
It was cold outside in Washington, D.C.
It's been a few weeks since you seen me, but I never left your mind (Your mind)
You don't forget that night, you took me to the speakeasy
Talk to me nice and easy, talk to me nice and easy, girl
You always let me win, yeah, you let me win
I think about all the times that I would walk away and pray to you
You always let me win, yeah, you let me win
I think about all the times that I would walk away and pray to you
Oh, girl
Put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now
Yeah, 'cause it's 32 out
Oh, girl
Put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now
Yeah, 'cause it's 32 out
God can judge, but I won't let you try me
Think you know me now, but that's behind me
Past was something good, but now I'm finding
Reflections in my rearview mirror keep blinding out
Where your eyes they start to well
Need to focus on yourself
I'm wishing you the best, but please don't bring me down
She like sex till like 5 in the morning
Rains is pouring, rains is pouring down
She like sex till like 5 in the morning
Rains is pouring, rains is pouring down
She like sex till like 5 in the morning
Rains is pouring, rains is pouring down
She like sex till like 5 in the morning
Rains is pouring, rains is pouring down