I Really Like This Part Songtext
von BIZZY

I really like this part
Where you walk me to my car, and you tell me that I′m pretty
Where we both have whole hearts
And you haven't seen my scars, still get nervous when you kiss me

I play it all in my head
Words we haven′t said yet, think how good this could get
But I, I'm still holding my breath
So good, it scares me to death

'Cause nothing′s gone wrong, we haven′t overplayed our songs
If you've got any visible flaws, I′m only falling for you harder because of them (because of them)
It hasn't been too long, still learning how to turn you on
And you′re so brand new and every part of you is still everything I want
And I don't want it to stop, no, I don′t want it to stop

I really like this part
Where I learn your middle name and I miss you on a Tuesday
Where you still dress up
'Cause you wanna impress me, little things are the best things


I play it all in my head
Meet your family and friends, think how good this could get
But I, I'm still holding my breath
So good, it scares me to death

′Cause nothing′s gone wrong, we haven't overplayed our songs
If you′ve got any visible flaws, I'm only falling for you harder because of them (because of them)
It hasn′t been too long, still learning how to turn you on
And you're so brand new and every part of you is still everything I want
And I don′t want it to stop, no, I don't want it to stop

Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer
Butterflies and forts under covers
Steal your shirt from right off your shoulders
God, I'll cry if this is ever over
Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer
Butterflies and forts under covers
Call you over, pull me in closer
God, I′ll die if this is ever over

Nothing′s gone wrong, haven't overplayed our songs
If you′ve got any visible flaws, I'm only falling for you harder because of them
It hasn′t been too long, still learning how to turn you on
And you're so brand new and every part of you is still everything I want
And I don′t want it to stop, no, I don't want it to stop


Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer
Butterflies and forts under covers
Steal your shirt from right off your shoulders
God, I'll cry if this is ever over
Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer
Butterflies and forts under covers
Call you over, pull me in closer
God, I′ll die if this is ever over