Boy From Carolina

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 dont 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, mmm

I could pick him right out of a line up

That’s my boy, my boy

With blue eyes, but I just dont 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