Текст песни It Hits When It Hits (Extended Version) - Craig Finn

Last night was something I didn't see coming
Never made connection like we did in the kitchen
Now you're in your uniform looking tired and hostile

Two little white ones and a Bud Clamato
It's kind of spicy
There's mellow music
I can tell that today is gonna be a celebration
I can tell that today is gonna be a celebration

Me and my bicycle with dozens of roses
Your manager is pissed
Reminds you you're closing
I can see you're suspicious
You say you barely know me

Things were messed up
Now everything's perfect
It seems a bit quick but I've been praying for this
The one thing I've heard about love is it hits when it hits

Two little white ones and a Bud Clamato
It's kind of spicy
There's mellow music
I can tell that today is gonna be a celebration
I can tell that today is gonna be a celebration

Things were messed up
Now everything's perfect
If it seems a bit quick
Well, I've been praying for this
The one thing I've heard about love is it hits when it hits

I changed quite a bit when I was off in the army
I finally learned how to handle my parties
Last night I found you my light and my love and

Two little white ones
A Bud Clamato
It's kind of spicy
There's mellow music
I can tell that today is gonna be a celebration
I can tell that today is gonna be a celebration