C'MON OVER

You might be my ticket to Brooklyn And I might be your city of sin We could travel all night and be zen Or we could just sit still ‘Cause you’re left of the light And I’m right like a really good fight So c’mon over, lemme show ya How I don’t feel, you could show me back C’mon over, lemme show ya Who you might be if I called you Jack Can I call you Jack You might be my chance to give out And I might be your ocean of doubt We could make sweet like, if not love We could join the Mile High Club ‘Cause you’re left of the light And I’m right like I’m yours but not quite C’mon over, lemme show ya How I don’t feel, you could show me back C’mon over, lemme show ya Who you might be if I called you Jack Can I call you, you Jack Old Tom Petty tunes in the van Mexico’s our mirror in sand Tiramisu, eat it with your hands Oh you’d better or you’re out of this band Oh you’d better or you’re out of this band You might be my angel of mercy And I might be your devil o’ doom We could stay out all night and be cool Or we could just stay here ‘Cause you’re not worth your hype And I’m pretty, but not really your type So c’mon over, lemme show ya How I don’t feel, you could show me back C’mon over, lemme show ya Who you might be if I called you, called you Can I call you, lemme show ya How I don’t feel, you could show me back C’mon over, lemme show ya Who you might be if I called you Jack Can I call you Jack Can I call you Jack Can I…you…Jack