sweet thing Songtext
von Forrest Nolan

Sweeter than a puppy′s eyes
Cool enough to hate on hipsters
Smart enough to act surprised
When I smile so much, it makes my lips hurt
You said I'm really not your type
Well, maybe that′s just how it's supposed to be
As long as I'm the one you like
Then if it′s right to have you close to me


Oh, if I get conceited
Please don′t get upset
I just can't believe it
I′m seeing you undress
And I might tell my friends
But in my defense
This might be the one chance I get

Oh, sweet thing
Tell me this ain't just some sweet dream