Beach House

You had one job!

Woke up on the west side
Listening to beach house, taking my time
She’s just my type
Dark hair waving at the passengers’ side
And I start to think
As she pulls me on the bathroom floor
This is my type of thing
Yeah, yeah

Oh, darling of mine
Where have you been?
I feel so alive
With you in my bed
Oh, darling of mine
Please don’t let go
Just tell me you feel this
Tell me you know
Oh, darling of mine

Oh, darling of mine

On a train through Japan
I keep her real close ‘cause she knows who I am
Red pill in my hand
Paranoid cutie with a dark, bad stare
It’s that type of fling
Where she feels like the girl next door
This is my type of thing
Yeah, yeah

Oh, darling of mine
Where have you been?
I feel so alive
With you in my bed
Oh, darling of mine
Please don’t let go
Just tell me you feel this
Tell me you know
Oh, darling of mine

Oh, darling of mine
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Where have you been?

And then I start to think
As I lay there on the sink
That I’ve been here before
It’s that certain type of thing
She gets bored of everything
Not the type you can ignore
Yeah, I just wanna taste
As she grabs me by the waist
As she closes the door
She’s taking what she wants
Baby, you can have it all

Oh, darling of mine
Where have you been? (Where have you been)
I feel so alive
With you in my bed (You in my bed)
Oh, darling of mine
Please don’t let go (Please don’t let go)
Just tell me you feel this
Tell me you know
Oh, darling of mine

Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Oh, darling of mine