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de Mustard Service

Oh what a place, feels so warm when you land
With your head in the clouds and your feet in the sand
Give me piña colada, tequila, and wine
With a pretty young thing I’d like to make mine
A tongue like a knife and an ass like a peach
Two legs to a summit that I'd like to reach
Eyes like to diamond shine under the Moon
While I bribe the police on a night in Tulum

It might just be the heat or the sheer lack of sleep
Or the Sun in our eyes
But when the Moon sees your shape, you’re a sunset on tape
There’s no words to describe
The heat of a night

Oh, you might say that you’re talking a lot
Baby tell me again 'cause I already forgot
My head is so heavy, my heart is so steep
But maybe you’re looking for somewhere to sleep
I’ve been taking it slow, you’ve been running a lot
Chasing those cellophane dreams that you've got
So much to say and yet so little time
How much weight can I put in a word or a rhyme?

This might all be a phase, it could just last for days
Or a week or a year
But when you fall in my chest there’s no words to attest
To the way that it feels
Here in a night
Here in a night

Oh such the case
Our hearts may never leave this place
At this pace
They say tomorrow never knows
And it shows a million maybes in a bowl
Dice to roll
A gilded moment trapped in time
And I’d have it either way
Just to say
That we felt alright
In the heat of a night

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