Brisa Roché - Get Down

Baby when you look at me
Oh lord baby when you look at me
I get high, and I want to get down with you

Baby when you look at me
Oh lord baby when you look at me
I get high, and I want to get down with you

The state is aching for the next new criminal
Baby it's you
A wave is crashing strong like crashing cymbals
In song for you

Someone's fingers comb my thoughts from afar
Yeah, it is you
Woodsmoke from the fire smells so good
But not as good as you

I can hear you laughing as you joke I've given up
My love of you
All the running dogs they make me mad because
I'd like to run to you

When we were dancing
And I saw your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes
A hundred thousand miles away from me you are
You are tonight, you are tonight
You are tonight, tonight, tonight

Baby when you look at me
Oh lord baby when you look at me