Squire Lyrics

Baby I can get things cookin'
From a million miles away
Never wander why you're asking for me in the scenes of another man
Promise I'm not judging honey, but it's not me that's gonna pay
Cause even when it feels aright now
Just don't bring your regrets to bed

Remember flying high in the summer blues
A nightcall from heaven, con your man, ‘who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose

Baby I can get things cookin'
From a million miles away
Never try to work your magic on me, you just drink me to disarray
You kiss to calm your cold heart honey, so it's not me that's gonna pay
But girl you make it feel so right now
Just don't bring your regrets to bed

Remember flying high in the summer blues A nightcall from heaven, con your man, ‘who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose

Yeah

So baby yeah
Yeah
So baby Yeah
Yeah

So let's slide away

Remember flying high in the summer blues baby
We be flying high on empty bottles too, yeah

We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs
We leave the good times in the sack

Remember flying high in the summer blues
A nightcall from heaven, con your man, ‘who?'
Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through
Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose

We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs
We leave the good times in the sack

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