can't get you out of your own ways,
no surprise here, no displace-ment of ideas,
in the dance floor we become one, with mother
mother earth. mother. mother earth.
Swing it baby this way, I'd like to swing it back,
baseball references and stolen bases, first, second &
skipping to third, no need to take you home to make it count,
don't need to hit the home run, when I'm here to enjoy the ride.
How many rounds do you need,
to fall in love with me?
how many rounds do you need,
to fall in love with me?
how many rounds do you need,
to figure it out very neat?
Very neat.
Don't do curveballs,
no need to shame,
won't stick to landing,
at the bottom or the top of the ninth,
call it what you want, when you want a time out.
Call it what you want,
call it what you need,
baseball references on the field.
Unplug the scoreboard, while everybody's looking away,
dancing for the socials on the field, raise those numbers,
reel reel reel, another hit, unplugginh the scoreboard,
cause we are all looking at the screens, for a minute out of 15,
reliving the idea of being famous just cause you can exist.
