Summer night trouble

Summer Night Trouble

I see

I see the way you’re looking back at me

Dark brown eyes so filled with mystery

But I don’t care about your history

and you can keep your secrets.

Come here, 

Whisper ‘what’s your name’ into my ear.

Take my hand, the whole crowd disappears,

pull me to your body. 

Baby, you

You’re the kind of trouble I’m into

And I can’t seem to keep my eyes of you

And me, we could be  

The hottest thing about this summer night

Do you want to waste my time?

I know,

I know exactly where this thing could go

And I’m okay with dancing nice and slow

Or we can change the tempo.

Come here,

Whisper what you know I want to hear,

Take my hand, we’ll slip away 

and then pull me to your body. 

Baby, you

You’re the kind of trouble I’m into

And I can’t seem to keep my eyes of you

And me, we could be  

The hottest thing about this summer night

Do you want to waste my time?