Cherry on Top

On our way to
Santa Barbara
And I wish, and I wish
The drive was longer
So I could steal more kisses from the passenger seat
Your hand on my neck and your holey black jeans
On our way to Santa Barbara
But oh oh-oh oh-oh
Think that we gotta rush
I know oh-oh oh-oh
It’s scary for the both us
But one thing I know: I’m in love with your heart
Everything else is the cherry on top
Oh oh-oh oh-oh
Think that we gotta rush
I know oh-oh oh-oh
It’s scary for the both us
But oh oh-oh oh-oh
Think that we gotta rush
But one thing I know: I’m in love with your heart
Everything else is the cherry on top