Lost Songtext
von The Juice

Do you wanna be more than mates?
You rattle ′round my head
You were stood there with your docs on
It was pretty cold for bare legs
A demeanor of Mia Wallace
Red lippy stained your cigarette
And it was the way you moved your hands when you confessed
We're a bad idea at best

Hold on for dear life
I think that we′re both out our minds
Hold your fist tight
Me oh my, don't lose your kite
A damsel did defy her drunken stupor and she joked
With a scoundrel doused in denim
He slowly filled the room with smoke
And our fingertips were touching
We somehow found ourselves alone
Oh, how our hearts have bled for this, I confessed
We're a bad idea at best


Hold on for dear life
I think that we′re both out our minds
Hold your fist tight
Me oh my, don′t lose your kite
I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight
I′m a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight


It's not L
It′s not O
Its not V
It's not E
It′s not L
It's not O
Its not V
It's not E
It′s not L
It′s not O
Its not V
It's not E
It′s not L
It's not O
Its not V
It′s not E
And I think I love you right down to my bones
I like this party, but when are we off home?
Parisian exchange of lips on my brain
Parisian exchange, Parisian exchange

Hold on for dear life
I think that we're both out our minds
Hold your fist tight
Me oh my, don′t lose your kite
I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight
I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight