Twins - Pure Bathing Culture

You’re crashing into me like waves on the coast

Every time we talk, you move in close

I don’t want you stop, I don’t want you to stop tonight

We’ve got the last two glasses on a straw hook bar

Trying to remember what number we are

String of white lights making your eyes shine tonight

We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front

Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun

You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria

Recking ball dancing down the hallway

You’re holding your shoes, wearing my shades

We fall against the door, we fall into a wild warm kiss

We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front

Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun

You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria

Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine

Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around

We’re buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front

Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little more than the sun

You take my hand in yours, you lean in And your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria

Your lips taste like sangria, your lips taste like sangria

Only thing I want to do tonight is drink you like a Spanish wine

Let you let this head of mine keep spinning, spinning around