The Outfield
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Late last night I was sitting all alone
You were there on the end of my phone
I was thinking 'bout you
You were talking 'bout us
In my mind I just wanted you there
Run my fingers through your hair
I was thinking 'bout you
You were talking 'bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking 'bout you
You were talking 'bout us
Late last night you know I needed you there
I was sitting kinda back in my chair
You were talking to me I was thinking 'bout us
All I wanted was to see you undress
I could picture you more or less
I was thinking 'bout you
You were talking 'bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingеrs to the tip of my toes
I was thinking 'bout you
You werе talking 'bout us oh, la, la, la, la
Oh oh la, la, la, la
Last night it was getting kinda late
I got the message and you knew I couldn't wait
I was thinking 'bout you you were talking 'bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking 'bout you
You were talking 'bout us
That? s you and me babe
I was thinking 'bout you you were talking 'bout us
I was thinking 'bout you you were talking 'bout us