Mark Ambor
Curls In the Wind
You've been stuck inside a picket fence
I told you we could run away from common sense
It doesn't matter where it starts or where it ends
Just take my hand, take my hand
Want to waste all my seconds away
Getting lost in a beautiful place
Open fields when I look at your face
To forever face
A little bit of heaven on the weekend
Ocean full of sequins
Curls in the wind like ooh
A little bit of sun out when it's freezing
I don't need a reason
Tell me what you want to do
I like the way I feel with you
Said I like the way I feel with you
I like the way I feel and I don't know much
But I like the way I feel with you
Want you all over me
Set fire to the chemistry
Melting on a leather seat
Its paradise, oh
Don't you let go of me
My pain, my remedy
No place I would rather be, than in your mind
Want to waste all my seconds away
Getting lost in a beautiful place
Open fields when I look at your face
To forever face
A little bit of heaven on the weekend
Ocean full of sequins
Curls in the wind like ooh
A little bit of sun out when it's freezing
I don't need a reason
Tell me what you want to do
I like the way I feel with you
Said I like the way I feel with you
I like the way I feel and I don't know much
But I like the way I feel with you
And I don't know much but I like the way I feel