spoons for sweets - Intellectual

[Intro]

No one else could love you

He's just a boy in my eyes

Craving somethin' sweet and polite

Table manners set aside

We're stealin' spoons and cheap red wine

Cherry pie and subtle signs

I think he's onto me this time

The slightest touch, the softest kind

And sweetened by some bitter nights

Taste on your lips like a familiar tune

And we could go dancin' to it up to your room

I feel like a kid again, tip-toein' with you

I'm watchin' our steps and trippin' up on my shoes

I'm caught in the spacе between our hips as you move

Swayin' like wе're dancin' all the way to your room

I feel like a kid again, tip-toein' with you

I'm watchin' our steps and trippin' up on my shoes

If we're bein' honest

I still think of you often

Just remember me fondly

(If we're bein' honest, honest, honest)

(Still think of you often, often, often)

(Remember me fondly, fondly, fondly)

(Just know that I'm sorry, sorry, sorry)

(If we're bein' honest)

Liquor bitters and a cut of lime

I see him jumpin' up for them dive bar lights

Well, he's half my heart and twice my size

But that pride of his just runs as thin as ice

Caught in the space between our hips as you move

Swayin' like we're dancin' all the way to your room

I feel like a kid again, tip-toein' with you

I'm watchin' our steps and trippin' up on my shoes

(Caught in the space between our hips as you move)

(Swayin' like we're dancin' all the way to your room)

If we're bein' honest (Tip-toein' with you)

(I'm watchin' our steps and trippin' up on my shoes)

If we're bein' honest

Hi, love