- cifra
Well I've been thinking about the last weekend
When we were alone
I switched the lights
Well, mister Polite
You must've gone and left your at home
Making plans and holding my hand
Send shivers down my spine
What's coming next, don't let me take a guess
You want to know my sign
Skip that!
Let's, bam bam bam
Skip that!
Let's, bam bam bam
It's thirty-five, it's raining outside
Let's jump into your car
Hide your keys
Get down on your knees
And I'll just sit back looking at the stars
Oh, God, I hate these dinner dates
They're useless like your shirt
So take it off, climb under the cloth
Oh, wake me for desert
Skip that!
Let's bam bam bam
Skip that!
Let's bam bam bam
I don't want to listen to you talk
I just want to la, la, la
I don't want to take another walk
I just want to la, la, la
Skip that!
Let's bam bam bam
Skip that!
Let's bam bam bam
Skip that!
Let's bam bam bam
Skip that!
Let's bam bam bam
