Testo: All Time Low. Shameless.

Hips swaying, lips lie
Like clockwork, she's in control
Of all the right guys and I'm still waiting

Fitted hats and a car alarm
Wears high-tops with her favorite song
She's showing off, the way she walks, it's on

Take me, show me
The corners of your empty room
The trouble we could get into
Just fake it for me
Disregard the footsteps
And we'll never tell a soul

Tonight I'm finding a way
To make the things that you say
Just a little less obvious

I walk a fine line
Between the right and the real
They watch me closely but talk is cheap here
Like a weightless currency
Your words don't mean shit to me
I'm always cashing out

Take me, show me
The corners of your empty room
The trouble we could get into
Just fake it for me
Disregard the footsteps
And we'll never tell a soul

Tonight I'm finding a way
To make the things that you say
Just a little less obvious, I confess
Tonight I'm dressed up in gold
You've got me fucked up and so
You talk like you're famous, you're shameless

Tonight I'm finding a way
To make the things that you say
Just a little less obvious, I confess
Tonight I'm dressed up in gold
You've got me fucked up and so
You talk like you're famous, you're shameless

Tonight I'm finding a way
To make the things that you say
Just a little less obvious, I confess
Tonight I'm dressed up in gold
You've got me fucked up and so
You talk like you're famous, you're shameless