The courtyard flooded
With bees, despotic
How could I, how could I
Have won em
Hope you saw
Her feet tapping closer to mine
Did you say it was fine?
Wasted on the phone
Silence turned to bone
The smell of your cologne
I Guess I
Should've spoken louder
Didn't want, didn't want
To crowd her
Say your cowboy mouth
Couldn't fit him
Clouded by indecision,
A Quiet, waiting grin
Wasted on the phone
Silence turned to bone
The smell of your cologne
Faced it, we're alone
The sighs turned to stone
Your tart, cherry moan
I'm standing in
Your pleasure vision
Eyes and hands, eyes and hands
Still give 'em
You laid back
We were Close enough to hear the cars
Did you say it was ours?
Wasted on the phone
Silence turned to bone
The smell of your cologne