Late Night

Hell I'm all for some Flor de cana rum It's a late night For good old times Watch a midnight city brawl Outside our window and you go Come on, pick side I'm on blue shirt guy And I could ask you where your head's been But I don't want to ruin the evening Your words are sharp and raw Finally we talk When we do, love You still make me go crazy Baby You're crazy And I could ask you where your head's been But I don't want to ruin the evening With a drink each in your hands You make a funny dance When you do, love You still make me go crazy Baby You're crazy