Mute

Met up last week at a cover band bar
It was too loud to speak so we got in your car
And roll around the block with your playlist on
Rap Caviar and your favorite song
And we talked about how you’re gonna throw that kegger the first day back of
our fall semester
And I know I might have come across annoyed
But you looked like a man and talked like a boy
Now, we’ve already said everything, everything
It’s time to use our lips for better things
Can we hit mute, hit mute
And let our bodies do what they do
Baby, can we hit mute, hit mute
No not another word outta you
Baby, can we hit mute?
Baby, can we hit mute?
Now, all of my friends, they got a lot to say and your roommates are not shy
about the way
They hear us talking dirty through the walls of the kitchen so he blasts Call
Of Duty on the surround sound system
Now we’ve already said everything, everything
It’s time to use our lips for better things
Can we hit mute, hit mute
And let our bodies do what they do
Baby, can we hit mute, hit mute
No not another word outta you
Baby, can we hit mute?
Baby, can we hit mute?
Baby, can we hit mute?
In the living room, on the sofa, in the passenger seat in your Nova,
in a corner booth, on the dance floor
No matter where, we don’t care, if they can hear us
Hit mute, hit mute
And let our bodies do what they do
Baby, can we hit mute, hit mute
And let our bodies do what they do
Baby, can we hit mute, hit mute
No not another word outta you
Baby, can we hit mute?
Baby, can we hit mute?