501's Songtext
von Fortunes.

Uh
Hm-mm-mm

Damn, that dude jeans looks tight, I don′t mean skinny
The man tucked in t-shirt white, boy, he's so pretty
The way he stand, feet firmly planted
But he out this planet, sorry, I got plans tonight

I think I need a fan, he heating up this tram ride
Reach for a pole, I hope he don′t notice, he's made my head light
I fall into him, as we break, we've hit a red light
He squeezed my hand tight, possum in the headlights (ooh)

Damn, that dude jeans looks tight, I don′t mean skinny
The man tucked in t-shirt white, boy, he′s so pretty
The way he stand, feet firmly planted
But he out this planet, sorry, I've got plans tonight


By chance, we′ve got the same stop
If not, I would've made yours mine
Zone two, I′d go for you so fine, I would've gone to the end of the line
Zone two, I′ve been there in my mind
Zone two, I'd go there all the time
Come too? We've got to get to mine
To see the planets realign

And line up, they will (yeah, they will), like extra on the moonlight
Could gaze for days, but he′s all I want in my sight
For days he stays, as if sun never came and gave us time
We′ve been heating up the room right, fire to my air sign

It's pretty hot, though, I dunno
Maybe this is all a mirage
I′m really late, what am I doing? Gotta go
Get off, my stop's long passed
It′s pretty hot, though, I dunno
This is all a mirage
I'm really late, what am I doing? Gotta go
Get off, my stop′s long passed

But damn, that dude jeans looks tight
The man tucked in t-shirt white, boy, he's so pretty
The way he stand, feet firmly planted
But he out this planet, sorry, I got plans tonight