She rips her cocaine with $2 bills
The fifty's okay but there's more in cheap thrills
And she's got a wrist that slows down time
And she speaks with a hint of fate and lullaby

She said
Dating me is like
Disco nights and
Deep house summers under
Burning lights yeah
Baby you've got an eye for something real
You've got painted cheeks
Well that's alright
You're young and dumb
And that's half the fight
'Cause baby you've got the mind of a dreamer

She said
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Well I don't bark but I might bite
She said I know you're tryna lose yourself in these
Hot summer nights
Well I'm more your nightmare than your dream
'Cause baby I've got lips that burn like gasoline

She said
Dating me is like
Disco nights and
Deep house summers under
Burning lights
Baby you've got an eye for something real
You've got painted cheeks
Well that's alright
You're young and dumb
And that's half the fight
'Cause baby you've got the mind of a dreamer

She said
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

All close encounters
Small conversations
Easy to make believe
But something about her whole reputation's
Not how it's supposed to be
All close encounters
Small conversations
None of what's underneath
But dreaming without her that's overrated
Might as well wait and see

'Cause I like the noise and brave superstition
Bright young boy with taste and ambition
Baby you've got an eye for something real
You've got painted cheeks
Well that's alright
You're young and dumb
And that's half the fight
'Cause baby you've got the mind of a dreamer