It's good that you're home
It's good to spend a night without him checking my phone for you, baby
We talk about life as she caught me up on drinks in no timeAnd oh, before you know we'll be falling in drunk and I'll be letting you knowThat when you wrap me around your fingers, baby
And you make me do that shit I never do
And you pick me up on Sauchiehall street
I know I want you to myself againThe bar that you loved
Lock us in and let us keep on singing out lungs on the barstools
On the walk back to yours you made me fall in love with GlasgowAnd oh, before you know I'll be carrying you over the threshold'Cause when you wrap me around your fingers, baby
And you make me do that shit I never do
And you prop me up on Sauchiehall street
I know I want you to myself againAnd oh, before you know we'll be falling in drunk and I'll be letting you knowWhen you wrap me around your fingers, baby
And you make me do that shit that I've never done
And as I piss you off on Sauchiehall street
I know I want you to myself again
Songwriters
RYAN MCCANNPublished by
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