Ryan Star

It's the perfect time of night,
To be losing your clothes now.
If you carefully take them off,
Then I'll carefully show you how.
In a minute we'll be gone,
So we might as well just f***.
'Cause the churches they're all filled,
Empty prayers are out of luck.
Woah, woah
You're not yourself, you're not yourself tonight.
Woah, woah
You've got your life, now get yourself in mine.
Woah, woah
You won't be sad, you won't be satisfied.
Woah, woah
It's the perfect time of night,
To be losing your mind now.
As the curtains finally fall,
Will you kindly take your bow.
So love our time, don't waste your life.
It's the perfect time of night,
To be losing your clothes.
Woah, woah
You're not yourself, you're not yourself tonight.
Woah, woah