Cosimo Stone - Whiskey Sour/Thoughts Lyrics

It's been some day
Get to the rooftop
I see you standing there
You're making whiskey sours
You're dressed in black I see you let your hair down
And ask me if I want a drink
I barely know you but I'd like to tell you
How perfect that was to me
But all your friends are here
Don't wanna make it weird
So I'll just sit in my chair
While you talk and I pretend, not to stare
And we're getting high
More to the corner
You're going on and on
But I hardly hear you
Over the thoughts in my head where there is no one else
I have you all to myself
Wide open eyes and my tongue meets your belly ring
And then you'll take it from there
But all your friends are here
Don't wanna make it weird
So I'll just sit in my chair
While you talk and I pretend, not to stare
Not to stare
But it's getting late you say you have to go now
But I never even got a chance to show you
All these perverted thoughts, they're in my head
No I'm not done with you just yet
But all your
Don't wanna
So I'll just, sit in my chair
While you talk and I pretend