Текст песни LETTERMAN - Paco , Tommy Richman

Oh, girl, put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now
Yeah, 'cause it's 32 out
It was cold outside in Washington, D.C
It's been a few weeks since you seen me
But I never left your mind (Your mind)
You don't forget that night, you took me to the speakeasy
Talk to me nice and easy, talk to me nice and easy, girl

You always let me win, yeah, you let me win
I think about all the times that I would walk away and pray to you
You always let me win, yeah, you let me win
I think about all the times that I would walk away and pray to you

Oh, girl, put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now
Yeah, 'cause it's 32 out
Oh, girl, put your hands on me
'Cause I gave you my letterman now
Yeah, 'cause it's 32 out

God can judge, but I won't let you try me
Think you know me now, but that's behind me
Past was something good, but now I'm finding
Reflections in my rearview mirror keep blinding out
Where your eyes they start to well
Need to focus on yourself
I'm wishing you the best, but please don't bring me down

She like sex 'til like five in the morning (Oh)
Rains is pouring (Ah), rains is pouring down (Ah)
She like sex 'til like five in the morning (Oh)
Rains is pouring (Ah), rains is pouring down (Ah)
She like sex 'til like five in the morning (Oh)
Rains is pouring (Ah), rains is pouring down (Ah)
She like sex 'til like five in the morning
Rains is pouring, rains is pouring down