Lyrics
You're coming in dynamite
Straight from the countryside
I see it in black and white
Someone's falling in love tonight
Now look who's up to fight
Looking like a hard time
Keep looking at me like that
There won't be no looking back
Can you see it, babe? That's your future
And it's blonde and about five feet
No, I don't need much from you, darling
I just need, I need, I need, I need, I need
Your knock on my front door and
Your grip on the back of my jeans
Your pinkie promise, baby
Your finger on the trigger, do you know what I mean?
Your touch on a Sunday morning
Your arm on the Saturday scene
I'll hand you me forever if you keep those hands on me
You keep those hands on me
I used to be buttoned up
Always cautious and covered up
But baby now I've got nothing on
But the radio and my journal on
And your button-up
Can you see it, babe? That's your future
And it's blonde and about five feet
No, I don't need much from you, darling
I just need, I need, I need, I need, I need
Your knock on my front door and
Your grip on the back of my jeans
Your pinkie promise, baby
Your finger on the trigger, do you know what I mean?
Your touch on a Sunday morning
Your arm on the Saturday scene
I'll hand you me forever if you keep those hands on me
Just keep those hands on me
The dawn and the dawn is pouring
From the sun, to the moon, to the morning
I'll keep you right on me
If you keep those hands on me
Your knock on my front door and
Your grip on the back of my jeans
Your pinkie promise, baby
Put a ring up on my finger if you know what I mean
Your touch on a Sunday morning
Your arm on the Saturday scene
I'll hand you me forever if you keep those hands on me, me
Keep those hands on me
Those hands on me
Just keep those hands on me
A&R : Jamie Sudhalter
Straight from the countryside
I see it in black and white
Someone's falling in love tonight
Now look who's up to fight
Looking like a hard time
Keep looking at me like that
There won't be no looking back
Can you see it, babe? That's your future
And it's blonde and about five feet
No, I don't need much from you, darling
I just need, I need, I need, I need, I need
Your knock on my front door and
Your grip on the back of my jeans
Your pinkie promise, baby
Your finger on the trigger, do you know what I mean?
Your touch on a Sunday morning
Your arm on the Saturday scene
I'll hand you me forever if you keep those hands on me
You keep those hands on me
I used to be buttoned up
Always cautious and covered up
But baby now I've got nothing on
But the radio and my journal on
And your button-up
Can you see it, babe? That's your future
And it's blonde and about five feet
No, I don't need much from you, darling
I just need, I need, I need, I need, I need
Your knock on my front door and
Your grip on the back of my jeans
Your pinkie promise, baby
Your finger on the trigger, do you know what I mean?
Your touch on a Sunday morning
Your arm on the Saturday scene
I'll hand you me forever if you keep those hands on me
Just keep those hands on me
The dawn and the dawn is pouring
From the sun, to the moon, to the morning
I'll keep you right on me
If you keep those hands on me
Your knock on my front door and
Your grip on the back of my jeans
Your pinkie promise, baby
Put a ring up on my finger if you know what I mean
Your touch on a Sunday morning
Your arm on the Saturday scene
I'll hand you me forever if you keep those hands on me, me
Keep those hands on me
Those hands on me
Just keep those hands on me
A&R : Jamie Sudhalter