Maroon 5. Woman. Zeneszám

if i'd be so inclined to climb up beside you would you tell me that the time just isn't right and if i ever find the key you hide so well will you tell me that i can spend the night leaving your smell on my coat leaving your taste on my shoulder i still fail to understand what it is about this woman if i could bottle up the chills you give me i would keep them in a jar next to my bed and if i should ever draw a picture of a woman it is you that would come flowing from my pen leaving your clothes on the floor making me walk out the door and i still fail to understand what it is about this woman hopelessly melting as i stand next to the sun as she burns me i am screaming out for more drink every drop of liquid heat that i have become pop me open spill me out onto the floor leaving your smell on my coat leaving your taste on my shoulder i still fail to understand what it is about this woman leaving your smell on my coat leaving your taste on my shoulder i still fail to understand what it is about this woman