C'Mon Over - Rachael Sage

You might be my ticket to Brooklyn

I might be your city of sin

We could travel all night

Or we could just sit still

Cause you’re not that

That light

And I am bright

Like a really good fight

So c’mon over, lemme show ya

How I don’t feel you could show me back

C’mon over lemme show ya

Who you might be

If I call you Jack

Can I call you Jack

You might be my chance to go out

I might become your ocean of doubt

We could make sweet like if not love

We could join the mile high club

Cause you’re left with that light

I’m bright;

I become yours but not quite

So c’mon over, lemme show you

How I don’t feel you could show me back

C’mon over, lemme show ya

Who you might be

If I called you Jack

Can I call you, you Jack

Oh Tom Petty tunes in the van

Mexico’s a mirror in sand

Tiramsu, eat it with your hands

Oh you’d better or you’re out of this band

Oh you’d better or you’re out of this band

You might be my angel of mercy

And I might be your devil of doom

We could stay out all night, we could

We could just stay here

Cause you’re not worth your height

And I’m not pretty, and not really your type

So c’mon over, lemme show you

How I don’t feel you could show me back

C’mon over, lemme show ya

Who you might be if I called you

Called you

Can I call you

Lemme show ya how I don’t feel

You could show me back

Oh c’mon over, lemme show ya

Who you might be if I called you Jack

Can I call you Jack

Can I call you Jack