Boy From Carolina
Ashley Kutcher
I think I might
Know you the best after midnight
Tipsy on red wine
Black dress, skin tight
Hands fit so well on my waist line
You say: You're all mine
So how do I know your skin?
How do I know your touch?
But you never let me in, you never open up
I don't know what this is
Is it me? Is it you? Is it us?
But I know
I could pick him right out of a line up
Southern looking boy from Carolina
With blue eyes, but I just don't know what's behind them
It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire
I wish I could read him I've been trying to
Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind
But I don't know know what he's hiding
He's a good guy, and a damn good liar
Long day
Tracing
Freckles that paint constellations
Pull me back in
Half smile, dark hair
Cologne that lingers through the air
Now I smell it everywhere
So how do I know your skin
How do I know your touch?
But you never let me in, no, you never open up
I don't know what this is
Is it me? Is it you? Is it us?
But I know
I could pick him right out of a line up
Southern looking boy from Carolina
With blue eyes, but I just don't know what's behind them
It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire
I wish I could read him, I've been trying to
Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind
But I don't know know what he's hiding
He's a good guy, and a damn good liar
He's a damn good liar
I know he's lying but he's still coming home
And I don't want to sleep here all alone
I know he's lying but I bet you he already knows
That I'm not gonna be the one to let this go
Oh, mm
I could pick him right out of a line up
That's my boy, my boy
With blue eyes, but I just don't know what's behind them
It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire
I wish I could read him, I've been trying to
Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind
But I don't know know what he's hiding
He's a good guy, and a damn good liar