Ryan Mitchell Grey
Ryan Mitchell Grey
Ryan Mitchell Grey
Ryan Mitchell Grey
Ryan Mitchell Grey
Ryan Mitchell Grey & Daniela Andrade
Ryan Mitchell Grey
Ryan Mitchell Grey
Ryan Mitchell Grey
Ryan Mitchell Grey
You like to [?]
When I taste your skin when the alarm goes
Now it's too hard, I cannot stay
Find a bar for us to settle on
You pull the sword out of my mouth
And the bells, they're ringing
You told me you want me
So I don't re-say it now
Say it clear and out
That you've got the stars on your neck
And you can't tell me that I could do better
I've got the stars on my lips
And you've got the stars on your neck
And you can't sell me on having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
Yet you cried for me in the middle of the street
Got the taste of flashing lights and salt on your pillow
I never want to make you feel that way again
Pick your phone it's ringing
You hold me, you can't leave
So I don't re-say it now
That you've got the stars on your neck
And you can't tell me that I could do better
I've got the stars on my lips
And you've got the stars on your neck
And you can't sell me on having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
You've got the stars on your neck
And you can't tell me that I could do better
I've got the stars on my lips
And you've got the stars on your neck
And you can't sell me on having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
You've got the stars on your neck
And you can't tell me that I could do better
I've got the stars on my lips
And you've got the stars on your neck
And you can't sell me on having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you
On having anyone other than you