Band Practice

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

You’re making me so, so comfortable
See through my innocent soul
We’re locked in this garage
You’re playing all my parts
Come make me a star

Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues
Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues

I got love for you, I got lot for you
I got something for you, can I get something in return?
I got love for you, I got lot for you
I got something for you, can I get something in return? (Ooh)

Can I practice on you?
Can you practice on me to?
Girl, you give me the blues

Ooh, I got love for me too
And I know it’s just us two
And the trumpets sing sweet lullabies, ooh
Symphonies in blue, remind me of you
And the road is running out and that’s fine
Yeah, I want you, you, you

That’s old me
If you ain’t gang, gang, gang don’t approach me
Hello ghetto, let your soul breathe
I can’t say I got offended when you stole me
I think we went to war last night
My mission was to catch your eye
I think I made it do what it do
But it wasn’t what it was when you caught that flight
And I know you gotta get that bag, drop bombs over my Baghdad
I think it was a casualty, damn, when you casually walked my way
Woah, woah, but you still my woe
Kiss away all my woes, woah
If she golden, prolly go then
I might slide on your bitch for the trophy
And I’m falling in slow motion