Music: Sadie Jean/Jp Saxe/Griff Clawson
I recently decided that I'm datin' again
Two shots of tequila 'til I'm outta my head
I wonder if you can tell how scared I am
But you ask good questions
"Does anybody hate you?", "Are you havin' fun?"
"Are there people in Los Angeles who still believe in love?"
"Which parent is your favorite?", "Are you scared of confrontation?"
And "Can I walk you home?"
I don't know what happens next
If you're the worst or as good as it gets
But either way
I wanna see you on Sunday
When you text me, you become the only pеrson in this city
Texting back's a project for, like, a sеven-friend committee
I know you grew up in California, but where did you come from?
You don't remind me of anyone
I don't know what happens next
If you're the worst or as good as it gets
I don't know, it's hard to say
If you're intendin' to leave or to stay
But either way
I wanna see you on Sunday
Yeah, either way
I wanna to see you on Sunday
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da)
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da)
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da)
(Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da)
I don't know what happens next
If you're the worst or as good as it gets
But either way
I wanna see you on Sunday