Hell I'm all for some
Flor de cana rum
It's a late night
For good old times

Watching a midnight city brawl
Outside our window and you go
Come on, pick side
I'm on blue shirt guy

And I could ask you where your head's been
But I don't want to ruin the evening

Your words are sharp and raw
Finally we talk
When we do, love
You still make me go crazy

Baby
You're crazy

And I could ask you where your head's been
But I don't want to ruin the evening

With a drink each in your hands
You make a funny dance
When you do, love
You still make me go crazy

Baby
You're crazy