Romphims and Mimosas lyrics

White picket fence, back money loan Two little kids, living in Seven Oaks And you stay at home, while I go to work And when I come back at 4, we take off our clothes I'm not sure if I find as much satisfaction in that life 'Cause truthfully I party all night Me and my homies play shows like Every month and in every country I just love the road-life, I don't want a routine of I'm waking up to your morning breath Hangover-less and hardly in debt But them bangs look good on you I wouldn't lie to you Eye-liner baby Let's take a trip out to vegas Them bangs look good on you I wanna lie on your Jean skirt, baby I'd be lying if I ever said I don't think about us I don't think about us Tell me you don't see the dead end In chasing me as something more than friends But I like when you come visit me We don't fall asleep until it's 3 am But you wanna argue how I haven't asked you to just be my lady I tell you: I'm busy But truthfully I just want to be free And flirt with the girls at the shows But them bangs look good on you I wouldn't lie to you Eye-liner baby Let's take a trip out to vegas Them bangs look good on you I wanna lie on your Jean skirt, baby I'd be lying if I ever said I don't think about us I don't think about us I don't think about us I don't think about us But when I think about us I think we're better without us I think your mommy and daddy want you with somebody with car insurance I think the 30 old version of you wants somebody with life insurance I think the 30 old version of me would have already joined a circus So here's your chance to be with someone else Or be with me if all you really want is A heartwarming scene from the most miserable family in the world A heartwarming scene from the most miserable family in the world A heartwarming scene from the most miserable family in the world A heartwarming scene from the most miserable family in the world But them bangs look good on you I wouldn't lie to you Eye-liner baby Let's take a trip out to vegas Them bangs look good on you I wanna lie on your Jean skirt, baby I think I'll call you