Music: Eli/Jason Vance Harris/Tom Brocker
I'm a fan, girl
I bought a t-shirt
At the altar in the back of the concert
Got your face on my chest now
I'll make it real once I face off the bouncer
Put on makeup and my house down boots
The ones that make you double dance
I know you seek me and you want this uh
Type of love to make a man
Fall
Fall
Fall
Falsetto
I'm a fan, boy
I bought your new toy
At the altar in the tent by the bleachers
Back in high school
We were losers
They were laughing at you, even the teachers
Now your football jersey's framed up there
Looking down above the stands
You got your trophy and a case of stairs
Looks like that could make a man
Fall
Fall
Fall
Falsetto
Damn, girl
Do you even know who I am?
Like, really am?
Sometimes when I'm inside of you, I wonder what it would be like to really be inside of you
The skin on your chest
The core of your sex
I think that makes me special
I've been keeping my hair up for too long
Tell me can you help me let it all
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Falsetto