Can I Get Your Number?

Sitting in the the green front room
It's far away from a silver spoon
She sat far away, planning a bed to sleep in
I could be the Casanova, but I'd be better off alone
My bad mistakes got me here a long time ago
Can I get your number please?
I'm down on my hands and knees
Call the doctor, I'm down bad
The mirror is already cracked
Is there something I can do?
Because I want your insta too
Me and you could be a storybook
The view from here is really just a blessing
It's much further away from where I'd call my home (My home)
The smell of Sterling and Eternity,
Is a fragrance that you have to smell to believe,
She's got her clothes on and now she's left,
Theres one more thing I need to digress now
Can I get your number please?
I'm down on my hands and knees
Call the doctor, I'm down bad
The mirror is already cracked
Is there something I can do?
Because I want your insta too
Me and you could be a storybook
Can I get your number please?
I'm down on my hands and knees
Call the doctor, I'm down bad
The mirror is already cracked
Is there something I can do?
Because I want your insta too
Me and you could be a storybook