Habit

Making out in June in your blue bedroom while your friends get drunk down the hall Feeling butterflies on the long drive waiting all night for your call We were just nineteen and you were my teenage dream Like my first cigarette, I never could forget, how you made me fall Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley You can be my James Dean when we get to the party You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit Wakin' up with you under the full moon, all tangled up in your bed I can't get enough, you're my punch drunk love, I can't get you out of my head Spent our nights at the fair, playing truth or dare, drinking that sweet summer wine There's nothing you could say to make me walk away, you're my favorite vice Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley You can be my James Dean when we get to the party You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit Summer fling turned to diamond ring, I was hooked right from the start Ten years in, I'd do it all again You know you've got my whole heart Baby you can ride on the back of my Harley You can be my James Dean when we get to the party You've got those baby blues, tight jeans, leather jacket I just can't quit you, you're my favorite habit