Rachael Sage - C'mon Over lyrics

You might be my ticket to Brooklyn I might be your city of sin We could travel all night Or we could just sit still Cause you're not that That light And I am bright Like a really good fight So c'mon over, lemme show ya How I don't feel you could show me back C'mon over lemme show ya Who you might be If I call you Jack Can I call you Jack You might be my chance to go out I might become your ocean of doubt We could make sweet like if not love We could join the mile high club Cause you're left with that light I'm bright; I become yours but not quite So c'mon over, lemme show you How I don't feel you could show me back C'mon over, lemme show ya Who you might be If I called you Jack Can I call you, you Jack Oh Tom Petty tunes in the van Mexico's a mirror in sand Tiramsu, eat it with your hands Oh you'd better or you're out of this band Oh you'd better or you're out of this band You might be my angel of mercy And I might be your devil of doom We could stay out all night, we could We could just stay here Cause you're not worth your height And I'm not pretty, and not really your type So c'mon over, lemme show you How I don't feel you could show me back C'mon over, lemme show ya Who you might be if I called you Called you Can I call you Lemme show ya how I don't feel You could show me back Oh c'mon over, lemme show ya Who you might be if I called you Jack Can I call you Jack Can I call you Jack