501's - Fortunes.

damn that dude jeans look tight,

i don't mean skinny

the man tucked in t-shirt white,

boy he so pretty

the way he stand, feet firmly planted

but he out this planet, sorry i got plans tonight

i think i need a fan, he heating up this tram ride

reach for a pole, i hope he don't notice he's made my head light

i fall into him, as we break we've hit a red light

he squeezed my hand tight, possum in the headlights

(oooh) damn that dude jeans look tight, i don't mean skinny

the man tucked in t-shirt white, boy he so pretty

the way he stand, feet firmly planted

but he out this planet, sorry i got plans tonight

by chance we've got the same stop, if not i would've made yours mine

zone 2 i'd go for you so fine i would've gone to the end of the line

zone 2 i've been there in my mind, zone 2 id go there all there all the time

come too? we've got to get to mine to see the planets realign

and line up they will (yeah they will), like extra on the moonlight

could gaze for days, but he's all i want in my sight

for days he stays, as if sun never came and gave us time

we been heating up the room right, fire to my air sign

its pretty hot though i dunno, maybe this is all a mirage

i'm real late what am i doing gotta go, get off my stops long passed

its pretty hot though i dunno, this is all a mirage

i'm real late what am i doing gotta go, get off my stops long passed

but damn that dude jeans look tight

the man tucked in t-shirt white, boy he so pretty

the way he stand, feet firmly planted

but he out this planet, sorry i got plans tonight