Lyrics: Albert Posis/Patrick Hizon/Michael Carreon
Music: Albert Posis/Patrick Hizon
You say you're tired of waiting
Sick of roses at your door
'Cause it's all the same thing
But honestly I'm thinking with you
that less is more
What could I do
to make you look at me?
Yeah
How could I get a little
closer than yesterday?
I think I'm running out of
nickels and dimes
I'm over with being so nice, yeah
Would you see me
If I sound impolite?
Little cheeky
Just a bit out of line
I've tried and I've
tried to figure out what you like
And I wonder
That maybe you're the cheeky type
(Maybe you're the cheeky type)
Never thought I could be
Someone who never opens the door
Ignoring all your feelings just like
Every other guy you've been with before
You're in a hurry so I'll make you wait
yeah yeah
You want color in your world
So I'll you give you grey
I know it's only just a matter of time
I'm over being so nice
(So tell me now)
Would you see me
If I sound impolite?
Little cheeky
Just a bit out of line
I've tried and I've
tried to figure out what you like
And I wonder
That maybe you're the cheeky type
Would you see me
If I sound impolite?
Little cheeky
Just a bit out of line
I've tried and I've
tried to figure out what you like
And I wonder
That maybe you're the cheeky type
(Cheeky type)
Maybe you're the cheeky type
(So you tellin' me you're the cheeky type?)
(Man, come on man)
Maybe you're the cheeky type