作词 : Willy Beaman/Greyson Chance

作曲 : Willy Beaman/Greyson Chance

I cannot hold my tongue

You give me much to say

I'm sweating bullets

Nervous that you'll push away

And when your eyes catch mine

I know I talk too much

So give me your two lips

And baby I'll shut up

Lying on the beach

The middle of December

I'm thinking you're too cool to even remember

My face my hair my eyes my lips and my name

Lighting up that clove

Your confidence is what I want

I say a lot I'm loud

'Cause maybe you're the one

Your hair your eyes your lips and your name

Baby

I cannot hold my tongue

You give me much to say

I'm sweating bullets

Nervous that you'll push away

And when your eyes catch mine

I know I talk too much

So give me your two lips

And baby I'll shut up

Oh baby I'll shut up

Oh baby I'll shut up

Oh baby I'll shut up

Oh baby I'll shut up

You dress in all black

The middle of the summer

You're smoother than you think you rock that Alex Turner

Your style your arms wrapped in leather makes me want you forever

But I cannot break this habit pure anxiety

Stuck here searching for some words that you might need

Maybe you don't need them it's not what we're about

And maybe I'll just slow it down

Down

Down

Down

Down

Down

I cannot hold my tongue

You give me much to say

I'm sweating bullets

Nervous that you'll push away

And when your eyes catch mine

I know I talk too much

So give me your two lips

And baby I'll shut up

Oh baby I'll shut up

Oh baby I'll shut up

Oh baby I'll shut up

Oh baby I'll shut up