Polydor Records - Pancakes* lyrics

Pick up the phone I swear to god, I miss you I love the way you sound When it's dark outside Pancakes, Champagne, is away It's almost 2 Those hands! The way your fingers Fit between mine I'm not any good at secrets Could we fill a roll of film The way those old Levi's look on you Got me thinking this is it (damn I'm in) Ooh ooh ooh That's the way my heart feels You are the best Please don't ever change on me Cloud nine times nine my mind When I'm kissing you (gone with you) Pancakes, Champagne, babe can I stay It's almost three My hands get cold in that rain