Karaoke

You make my days a little bit older

Your name on the stereo

In Little Tokyo

A pretty karaoke machine

You make my blood a little bit warmer

My analog telephone

System is overblown

You're loving running all over me

Destinations, we soon arrive

Miami nights, put it in drive (Oh, yeah)

Hit eighty-five, play us Celine Dion

A little Kelela, Every Little Step

Dangerously in Love, Starflyer 59

Stop on the interstate

Staring up, not a soul around

Stick our hands out the window and count it down

Feel that north Miami wind on our fingertips, uh

Felt like nothing in our lives could change this

I wish I could put this into tangible words

But every time I try, it sucks

Love, shut up but

I'm daydreaming of how we could eventually be

But every time, my heart ends up ahead of me