Mercedes

The skies reflect off you
The lights follow on queue
But I try not to stare
But it drives me insane
Oh why does July look so good on you? 

Through auburn days and midnights
You walk the same because it feels right
You never know, they never hide
Cinnamon pearl, what’s inside? 

What’s inside? What’s inside of you? 
What’s inside? 

There’s fire, There’s FIRE, 
Fireworks on your face
I get high, you get higher
Fire works on your face

Can you feel her? Or believe in her? 
Because I know, no one is there
The girl ain’t home

I’ll drink your face through both my eyes
This is the place we realize
The night is yours and so am I
Cinnamon pearl, what’s inside? 

What’s inside? What’s inside of you? 
What’s inside? 

There’s fire, There’s FIRE, 
Fireworks on your face
I get high, you get higher
Fire works on your face
And I swear, I could feel her
Burning up from my skin
And that’s why I can’t deny her
Fireworks

What a night for a ride. 
But what’s inside?