I held you from behind at The Corner Hotel
My hands on your skin, the greatest necessity
Cold beer and the smell of your hair
My hands on your skin the finest of luxuries
I don't know why I get so twisted up
I don't who I want to fall
And then the band came on and the singer croons these words
What would I do without you?
And I move an inch closer
And I breathe you in deeper
Don't know why it gets so difficult
In my stupid little world
I don't know why I get so twisted up
I don't who I want to fall