Bouquet Oliver Francis

[Verse]
Hands on my waist
Hands on my waist
I've been singing something
Something sad and slow
Loud and out of tune
Smile on her face
She's been thinking something
And there's something I've been dyin' to do to you

[Outro]
I was dreaming of a place where
Sunshine warmly lit your face
An orange bouquet for you, oh, woah
I would always put you first, I'll
Dig my hip bones into yours
The way it feels
When we do what we do
Alone in your room
Oh, yeah