Lyrics: Lucas Feigenbaum/William Zachary Britt
Music: Lucas Feigenbaum/William Zachary Britt
I smell your perfume walkin’ through the door
You left your Reebok on my bedroom floor
Cigarette talking with a southern draw
It's been a week you got me weak
You’re glowin’ up with every sideways look
I wasn’t far but now you got me hooked
This champagne’s movin faster than it should
We skip a beat I feel the heat
I just can’t figure it out
The way you do me up
The way you’re walking lately
You’ve got me spinning baby
I just can’t work it out
The way you move me up
The way you got me craving
The spins you gimme baby
Top down you’re dancin’ hangin' out the car
Moon in your fingers playin’ with the stars
I’m not your man but I can play the part
Short and sweet a masterpiece
I just can’t figure it out
The way you do me up
The way you’re walking lately
You’ve got me spinning baby
I just can’t work it out
The way you move me up
The way you got me craving
The spins you gimme baby
You got me spinning
You got me spinning
You got me spinning
You got me spinning
I just can’t figure it out
The way you do me up
The way you’re walking lately
You’ve got me spinning baby
I just can’t work it out
The way you move me up
The way you got me craving
The spins you gimme baby
I just can’t figure it out
The way you do me up
The way you’re walking lately
You’ve got me spinning baby
I just can’t work it out
The way you move me up
The way you got me craving
The spins you gimme baby
You’ve got me spinning baby
The spins you gimme baby