Orlando

As if I ever gave a fuck about all your dressing up
For all the boys who think they're cool
But then I never, ever thought about
Taking anyone else home but you...

You've got your best shoes on
You're wearing too much perfume, it doesn't suit you
I like you better with just your T-shirt on

Move on over, baby, you're not close enough for me, girl
And we both know it's true
Move on over, baby, I want your hands all over my stomach
Your lips all over my chest and neck