Lyrics
We re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front, string of white lights making your eyes shine tonight, let you let this head of mine keep spinning
we fall against the door
let you let this head of mine keep spinning
you lean in and your lips taste like sangria
your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
I don t want you to stop tonight, you re crashing into me like waves on the coast Sangria, wearing my shades
Only thing i want to do tonight is drink you like a spanish wine, spinning around Blake, spinning around
Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun, you take my hand in yours, your lips taste like sangria
we re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
Trying to remember what number we are, every time we talk
You take my hand in yours, only thing i want to do tonight is drink you like a spanish wine Shelton, we re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
Your lips taste like sangria, spinning around, string of white lights making your eyes shine tonight
your lips taste like sangria
Your lips taste like sangria, you re crashing into me like waves on the coast, your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
Your lips taste like sangria, your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun
You lean in and your lips taste like sangria, we fall into a wild warm kiss Blake, you re crashing into me like waves on the coast
Trying to remember what number we are, your lips taste like sangria Blake, spinning around
We re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front, your lips taste like sangria
wearing my shades
We re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front, you re holding your shoes
Every time we talk, your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun Blake, your lips taste like sangria
You re crashing into me like waves on the coast, you lean in and your lips taste like sangria
we fall against the door
we re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
trying to remember what number we are
Your lips taste like sangria, you lean in and your lips taste like sangria, wearing my shades
Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun, we re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front, your lips taste like sangria
your lips taste like sangria
We re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front, wearing my shades
I don t want you stop, you move in close
trying to remember what number we are
