High & Low - Gemma Hayes

Yo hit em with the high and the low Quickly always escaping me Making it hard to breath As you're moving through my mind I need to talk to you I need to know you And words can not describe You're paralyzing It's hypnotizing The way you move And I can't get enough So captivating It drives me crazy You're what I need And I can't get enough Won't you take me away to a better place Where my heart skips a beat When I see your face So take me, take me And rearrange me Got me feeling high and low So won't you take me, take me And rearrange me Got me feeling high and low So take me away You're finally staring at me Your eyes on mine Time is standing still For you and I You're paralyzing And hypnotizing The sight of you I can't get enough Oh, baby I'm thinking of you And I know I got you thinking of me too But I'm all choked up So I guess it's safe to say I'm blue (aba di aba die hahaha) Take me away to a better place Where my heart skips a beat When I see your face So take me, take me And rearrange me Got me feeling high and low So won't you take me, take me And rearrange me Got me feeling high and low So take me away Take me away Yo hit em with the high and the low Hit em with the high and the low Hit em with the high and the low

We hit the blue fields In the blue sedan we didn't get much further Just as the sun was rising in the mist We were all alone, we didn't need much more So fast this expedition, so vast this heavy load With a touch of luck and a sense of need Seeing the guns and their faces We looked around the open shore Waiting for something Shoot high, break low Aim high, shoot low Break high, let go Shoot high, aim low This was to be our last ride With the steel guitar and the love you give me Underneath the skin, a feeling, a breakdown Well, we sat for hours on the crimson sand Exchanges in the currency, of humans bought and sold And the leaders seem to lose control Shall we lose ourselves for a reason? Shall we burn ourselves for the answer? Have we found the place that we're looking for? Someone shouted, "Open the door" Look out! Shoot high, break low Aim high, shoot low Feeling of imagination Break high, let go Shoot high, aim low (Shoot high, aim low) Nothing you can say (Shoot high, let go) Takes me by surprise (Shoot high, aim low) Who says's there's got to be a reason (Shoot high, let go) Who says there's got to be an answer? (We were all alone, we didn't need much more) Shoot high, aim low (The sun's so hard on this endless highway) Shoot high, let go Shoot high, aim low Shoot high, let go Shoot high, let go (I've heard the singers who sing of love) Shoot high, let go (In the blue sedan we never got much further) Shoot high, aim low

Rode all the way down memory lane where 65 ends Wondering how it'd feel to see the one that got away again Hoping it might go down like that hometown unanswered prayer My hero sang about on an old burned CD we shared Something on the interstate told me I Was headed straight for your pretty storm That the hurt was still gonna be there just like your name on my arm Even got real with a girl I chill with up in chapel hill Told her you were gonna be here just In case my heart was still in Mobile Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Ain't no telling, girl, How long it's been since we did all that shouting Probably, 10 months 27 days, something like that But hey, who's counting? Oh, you know, just living the dream Home is where the bus is I could say time looks fine on you but It wouldn't do it justice, it wouldn't do it justice Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? I don't think you're stomach's supposed to hurt Quite like this when you run into a girl you forgot you missed It's like the space between us only made me numb Thought I could just see you and be okay But I'm not okay, girl Tell me that smile on your face is so fake And that it's all coming back, coming back, coming back I just have to ask, have to ask, have to ask Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful? Baby, why do you have to be so beautiful?

Oh, I ain't heard this song in a minute I forget who sings it but I remember turning it up Showing you how my bass could shake the rearview Remember you chewed ice breakers next to me at church Smelling like bath and body works In that dress with that texture, I love to touch so much Baby, all that stuff does me like a DeLorean Put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Anything bone thugs in the speakers Anything airbrushed on the t-shirt Little rum on the back of a French kiss Little hit of some herbal essences I don't wanna go back to the future I just wanna cruise, girl (cruise with you, girl) In a DeLorean, put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me) As a time machine (can't tell me) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me there ain't no such thing As a time machine) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing (can't tell me) As a time machine (can't tell me) Can't tell me there ain't no such thing I just wanna ride in that DeLorean Put me in the backseat of your Accord again Losing your shirt on the floorboard again, like good Lord again (good Lord) Green numbers on the clock and the dash tick-tock says 4 a.m. Yeah, you're daddy's gonna hate me even more again, girl, it's crazy Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Just like that DeLorean Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back Ain't no telling what's gon' take me back to our love's origin Baby, all that stuff does me like a DeLorean

Well cereal's his favorite food group Doin' the Heisman with a box of Fruit Loops Spoon hangin' off his nose just cuz he can Bedhead like Edward Scissorhands Damn proud of that belly button Ain't suckin' it in for nothin' 4 years old looks like fun to me When I grow up I wanna be like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the girl next door Has skin like chocolate When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") You get it, B Shakes it when there ain't no music Takes advantage of the bathtub acoustics Little Foo Fighter with a shampoo mohawk Owns it with no alcohol Don't know the minute hand from the hour I see a weed, he sees a flower Prays like he's on the phone with Jesus When I grow up I wanna be just like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the boy next door Has two dads and three pets When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") Wanna be just like you, Beck Come on, B He likes the fat Froot Loops When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett Eatin' breakfast butt naked Ain't even tryin' to be famous Just wonderin' where his airplane is Don't know if he's rich or poor Says it's cool that the girl next door Has a dot on her forehead When I grow up, when I grow up I wanna be like Beckett ("Where's my airplane? I like the fat Froot Loops") Wanna be like you, Beck You get it, get it, that's right He likes the fat Froot Loops

Well, I've been a strong-willed son of a gun Ever since I was sucking my thumb But push came to shove when I fell in love With my baby, yeah my baby Well, you could say she's overbearing Matter fact, she picked out the clothes that I'm wearing And I can't go fishing without her permission But I ain't complaining, we've got an arrangement She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her She calls the shots, gives the orders, makes the plans That woman's wish is my command Yeah, I'm telling you I got more honey-do's Than every fruit truck on 40, but I'll get 'em done shortly She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Well she can push me around But when the sun goes down Look out, there's a new sheriff in town Oh, oh, oh, ow Ah, yeah That's what I'm talkin' about Ooh, yeah Well I get a whole lotta flack from the fellas But I reckon that they're just jealous She can wear the pants, she can run the show She can crack a whip like Indiana Jones She can rule the roost, she can snap and holler She can wear the pants long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her Oh yeah, long as I can take 'em off her Long as I can take 'em off her