what, what, whatcha say, Mr. Clean?I'm flagging you down

might be wrong, but he's all I knowHe's

fingertips across my skinThe palm trees swaying in the

streets, heart racingGet used to all the stopping on

so dumb and poeticIt’s just what I fall for,

do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)(Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)No, not another

rain, tryna rain on the thunderTell the storm I'm

Chappell Roan, Sabrina Christmas, I gave you my heartBut

a while since I saw your faceI want you

you inching closer on the sofa, what you indicating?You

know I have good judgment, I know I have

rollin', rollin' on the a good job in

Fin ooh, ooh, 1: Sabrina she ain't

babyBaby, the best present everLife's a snow globe

we could've been friendsIf I met you in another

1: Laura I leave quite an impressionFive feet to

I leave quite an impressionFive feet to be exactShe's

I leave quite an impressionFive feet to be exactYou're wonderin'

wanna follow where he goesI think about him and

I am down and, oh my soul, so wearyWhen