John Michael - Russian Red

This is hidden love, something that we used to play

running up and down the stairs, kisses down the porch.

Hadn't we spoke, settled all the basic terms and

figure out the limit age for this love to stop.

I wish

I could afford

your stupid charm

your stupid voice

I wish

I could afford

your stupid charm

your stupid voice

This clumsy love, something that we cannot race

confusion is a burning chest competing for the crown.

Hadn't we spoke, oh, for this love to stop

I wish

I could afford

your stupid charm

your stupid voice

I wish

I could afford

your stupid charm

your stupid voice

I wish

I could afford

your stupid charm

your stupid voice

I wish

I could afford

your stupid charm

your stupid voice

I wish

I could afford

your stupid charm

your stupid voice