Gut Talk

And these roses will stay red
Please forgive my gut for what I've said
My curiosity has no theme for you
And these roses will stay red
Please forgive my gut for what I've said
My curiosity has no theme for you
We need a little
We want a little something to multiply
After all these reckless nights
They'll never see the way I do when I'm looking at you
And these roses will stay red
Please forgive my gut for what I've said
My curiosity has no theme for you
And these roses will stay red
Please forgive my gut for what I've said
My curiosity has no theme for you
Now tell me, is it wrong?
(Is it wrong, is it wrong?)
Is it wrong?
To want to hold on tight
After all these reckless nights?
Or baby, am i lost?
(Am I lost, am I lost?)
Am I lost?
It's never what that it seems
And these roses will stay red
Please forgive my gut for what I've said
My curiosity has no theme for you
And these roses will stay red
Please forgive my gut for what I've said
My curiosity has no theme for you
I got a thing for you