Overtime
It clicked when she would go round
Running through the whole town
Talking to
Him once again
He looked a little profound
Trying not to slow down
Coaching her
Like everyday
He'd give her that sweet talking
Always laughing
All the time
He'd give her that smooth smirkin'
And he's working
Overtime
Give me all of your soul
Give me all of your dreams
Give me all of your weak thoughts
Oh the things that you do to me
Give me that sol fa (a little bit)
Give me that do la (a little bit)
Give me that secret,
Hush
I must yes I do need
Not slick cause I know how
That girl somehow
Had to much to contemplate
Thirty and nineteen why are they fighting?
It's getting stranger everyday
