Skinny black jeans off

Set your hand in mine, say we reached out talk about your band, and (and, and)
If it is over with the night... don't feel fucked for the sake of it
See there fire start and burn down the ashes
Mind told it would be staying in 'Paris though', but oh...
I'm walking in to you, sitting there once again, yeah
Once again I'm coming over...
Already started the song writing... our honey moon didn't really took of to 'Paris'
We're not really fighting... but you block me out and I'm keeping on writing

Sorry for joked about it like that, but you know what
Rip Your Black skinny jeans of came true