501's

Oh, mmm

Damn, that dude jeans looks tight

I don't mean skinny

The man tucked in T-shirt white

Boy, he so pretty

The way he stand

Feet firmly planted

But he out this planet

Sorry, I got plans tonight

I think I need a fan

He heating up this tram ride

Reach for a pole

I hope he don't notice he made my head light

I fall into him

As we brake, we've hit a red light

He squeezed my hand tight

Possum in the headlights

Ooh, damn that dude jeans look tight

I don't mean skinny

The man tucked in T-shirt white

Boy, he so pretty

The way he stand

Feet firmly planted

But he out this planet

Sorry, I've got plans tonight

By chance, we've got the same stop

If not, I would've made yours mine

Zone 2 I'd go for you, for you so fine

I would've gone to the end of the line

Zone 2, I've been there in my mind

Zone 2, I'd go there all the time

Come to, we've got to get to mine

To see the planets realign

And line up, they would

Like extra on the moonlight

Could gaze for days

But he's all I want in my sight

For days he stays

As if the sun never came and gave us time

We've been heating the room

Right, right into my reason

It's pretty hot though, I dunno

Maybe this is all a mirage

I'm real late, what am I doing, gotta go

Get off, my stop's long passed

It's pretty hot though, I dunno

This is all a mirage

I'm real late, what am I doing, gotta go

Get off, my stop's long passed

But damn that dude jeans looks tight

The man tucked in T-shirt white

Boy, he so pretty

The way he stand

Feet firmly planted

But he out this planet

Sorry, I got plans tonight