paroles de chanson Sour Love - Drew Cole

She was lit up like a tiki torch
Like the rest but with something more
She wasn't reading 50 shades
Cause she really hates the color gray
She wasn't there to find a man even though she knows she can
Babe I know you can (and I wanna say)

The tip of my tongue is waiting
Lips so close I can almost taste it
I love what you're made of
Your sour love, Your sour love

Your fingertips hesitatin'
Trace your hips with my imagination
I crave to get a hold of
Your sour love, Your sour love

She looked so good in her moment,
Too good for me to destroy it
See usually I'd be bitter
But she's too sweet and she'll find better
I was there to find a girl and when I did she changed my world
She didn't know she did (and I still I wanna say)

The tip of my tongue is waiting
Lips so close I can almost taste it
I love what you're made of
Your sour love, Your sour love

Your fingertips hesitatin'
Trace your hips with my imagination
I crave to get a hold of
Your sour love, Your sour love

Sour love brings me back again
This temptation will never end
I know, I can't be with you so I'm gonna stay here alone

The tip of my tongue is waiting
Lips so close I can almost taste it
I love what you're made of
Your sour love, Your sour love

Your fingertips hesitatin'
Trace your hips with my imagination
I crave to get a hold of
Your sour love, Your sour love

The tip of my tongue is waiting
Lips so close I can almost taste it
I love what you're made of
Your sour love, Your sour love

Your fingertips hesitatin'
Trace your hips with my imagination
I crave to get a hold of
Your sour love, Your sour love