CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : PDA (San Diego)
San Diego, Sex in public
Live from the top floor on the balcony
In the jacuzzi, once the place close
What’s the subject
f**k the cable
Make love to me on the mountainside
Cause I just can’t wait to get home
Put the sunshade up and I’ll slide into the passenger seat
So caught up, we’re doing too much
But never made love so sweet
You’re turning me, you’re turning me
You’re turning me, you’re turning me into an addict
This sh*t’s getting dangerous
But we can’t hold back
You press the gas
I think you do that to forget you sad
If I could I would, I’d change your past
I guess this wood has to make up for that
Damn
San Diego, Sex in public
Live from the top floor on the balcony
In the jacuzzi, once the place close
What’s the subject
f**k the cable
Make love to me on the mountainside
Cause I just can’t wait to get home
Even if only for a moment
Even if only in the mind
Even blind men can see you’re hurt inside
Using me as an escape route (oh)
(They do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do)
I’ve been your physical haven
Your emotions disengaging
(and I can’t lie, I love that you’re so...)
Spontaneous, caught me off my guard
Baby girl got it poppin’ on some July 4th sh*t
Even at the park, back seat window fog
Put my hands on your
I put my hands on your (ooh)
And the world just stops
I can’t take no more, looking at my watch
I want it pronto (ooh)
Won’t be no questions asked when she make it hot
My fingers spread on that whether she love me or not
And I’ma hold on
Hold on
Live from the top floor on the balcony
In the jacuzzi, once the place close
What’s the subject
f**k the cable
Make love to me on the mountainside
Cause I just can’t wait to get home
Put the sunshade up and I’ll slide into the passenger seat
So caught up, we’re doing too much
But never made love so sweet
You’re turning me, you’re turning me
You’re turning me, you’re turning me into an addict
This sh*t’s getting dangerous
But we can’t hold back
You press the gas
I think you do that to forget you sad
If I could I would, I’d change your past
I guess this wood has to make up for that
Damn
San Diego, Sex in public
Live from the top floor on the balcony
In the jacuzzi, once the place close
What’s the subject
f**k the cable
Make love to me on the mountainside
Cause I just can’t wait to get home
Even if only for a moment
Even if only in the mind
Even blind men can see you’re hurt inside
Using me as an escape route (oh)
(They do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do)
I’ve been your physical haven
Your emotions disengaging
(and I can’t lie, I love that you’re so...)
Spontaneous, caught me off my guard
Baby girl got it poppin’ on some July 4th sh*t
Even at the park, back seat window fog
Put my hands on your
I put my hands on your (ooh)
And the world just stops
I can’t take no more, looking at my watch
I want it pronto (ooh)
Won’t be no questions asked when she make it hot
My fingers spread on that whether she love me or not
And I’ma hold on
Hold on
