Hit My Line

You straight out of '99, babe
(Dark denim over suede, it’s
Classic and understated)
Damn, you were Bonnie and I was Clyde, babe
(Need to be separated
Captive, but captivated)
Heard me on the radio, you hit my phone
I said, "Baby, I need another night to be alone"
A cigarette on my window ledge
I wish I'd known that, baby, we weren't finished yet

Hit my line, hit my line
Baby, call me anytime
But I won’t call you mine
Draw the line, draw the line
Baby, I can lay you down
But I won't tell you lies
Hit my line, hit my line
Baby, call it anytime
But I won't call you mine
Draw the line, draw the line
Baby, I can lay you down
But I won't tell you lies

Hit my line, get in line
She'll take whatever just to feel alive, what a life
Lays with the devil on her darkest nights
And she'll do anything to stay the night, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Oh, yeah)
Whatever she took, it made her look at me sideways
Hop inside the Maserati and reverse out the driveway
Oh, yeah, you can hit me Sunday to Friday
But please don't hit me on the Saturdays
I'm fucked up on Molly, I’m saying

Hit my line, hit my line
Baby, call me anytime
But I won’t call you mine
Draw the line, draw the line
Baby, I can lay you down
But I won't tell you lies
Hit my line, hit my line
Baby, call it anytime
But I won’t call you mine
Draw the line, draw the line
Baby, I can lay you down
But I won't tell you lies

Hit my line