Do you have to be so hard to get
Especially with those emerald eyes
You might have been a neon lover
But you didnt have to advertise

Well come on, well come on
You might have been a crackshot shooter
Hung up on your figurine
Under the cold and darkly sky
Youre the only light ive seen

Well come on, well come on
And it happens everytime
Im still hanging on the line
Dont want to go up and down

You dont have to be so touch
Ill tell you when ive had enough
You dont have to reek with charm
You wont have to twist my arm
Well come on, well come on

Well come on, well come on
And it happens everytime
Im still hanging on the line
Dont want to go up and down