Bags - Recorded At Electric Lady Studios

Every second counts, I don't wanna talk to You anymore All these little games, you can call me by the name I gave you yesterday Every minute counts, I don't wanna watch TV Anymore, and Can you figure me out? Just doin' it to waste more Time on the couch Can you see me? I'm waitin' for the right time I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine Can you see me usin' everythin' to hold back? I guess this could be worse, walkin' out the door with your bags Walkin' out the door with your bags Walkin' out the door with your bags Walkin' out the door with your bags Yeah, yeah Pour your glass of wine, Mitchell told me I Should be just fine Cases under the bed, spill it open, let it rush Through my head I don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut corners Savor this with everythin' I have inside me I'm not the type to run, I know that we're havin' fun But what's the rush? Kiss and then my cheeks are so flushed Tell you how I felt, sugar-coated Melting in your mouth Pardon my emotions, I should probably Keep it all to myself Know you'd make fun of me Know you'd make fun of me Know you'd make fun of me Know you'd make fun of me Can you see me? I'm waitin' for the right time I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine Can you see me usin' everythin' to hold back? I guess this could be worse, walkin' out the door with your bags Walkin' out the door with your bags Walkin' out the door with your bags Walkin' out the door with your bags Yeah, yeah