Dirty Converse

[Verse 1]
The-the-the-there you were
White t-shirt and blue jeans, on the porch
No makeup or earrings, sweat on the face
Porcelain skin that is making me blush
Ooh

[Verse 2]
And I like your baseball cap
The way you rock it like you don't give a crap
Your dirty converse gliding over the earth
You look so smooth that it hurts my eyes
I cry

[Verse 3]
Can I take you to lunch?
Or maybe coffee, 'cause I'm feeling a bunch
Of all the things they say
You are so young
Oh God, I'm feeling so dumb about you

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
Whoo
Can I take you to lunch?
Or maybe coffee, 'cause I'm feeling a bunch
Of all the things they say
You are so young
Oh God, I'm feeling so dumb about you