Bossa Nova Nightclub

Saw you across the crowded room You had a red drink in your hand Champagne bubbles in my head That I haven't even tried yet Gave me a raspberry crush But the only crush I want is on you I'm a script-font and you're all inked With a full sleeve tattoo If only you knew Breakfast Club bad boy After you had a few I'm your designated angel Watching over you Melting ice cubes I'm not A party girl While you're drinkin' Grey Goose I'm sippin' orange juice Flirting with the door Cause' I wanna go home Don't wanna seem like I'm the nightclub type You're not a Bossa Nova kind Lead me to the floor You're carrying my shoes I already knew I'll take your cue We'll dance some more Bossa Nightclub for two As I sway with you Gliding your hands Caressing my hips New Years Day with you Let me paint your lips With my kisses