42 (Explicit) - Dasha

Lyrics by：Anna Dasha Novotny/Jack Schrepferman

Produced by：Jack Schrepferman

You ask "How many more days"

And I say "42"

'Til I move back to Nashville

That you've been counting to

Strange how in November

It'll be a year I'm missing you mh

I almost can't believe it

I get to see you soon

More than just a visit

I'll be living ten from you

I'm praying that we'll pick up

Right where we left off in that back room

So tell all the girls you've been kissing that they had a good run

It's all over and through

Tell them that your little lady's moving back to the city

And it's not them it's that I finally get to have you

And your penthouse with the bad view

And my toothbrush in your bathroom

And you can tell I'm tryna act cool

But do I finally get to have you

I met you in the red lights

Laughing like a kid

The first time that you kissed me

I got back my innocence

Took two weeks 'til I'm leaving

Now four shoes on the front porch all make sense

It all makes sense

And if I never left we wouldn't be on the phone

I'd be sleeping on your chest

Not this king size alone

And we'd be more than a picture we drew up in our heads

And I finally get to give you my best

And I tell the boys I've been kissing that they had a good run

But it's all over and through

I tell them that your little lady's moving back to the city

And it's not them it's that you finally get to have me

Almost naked in your backseat

You bite my lip 'cause I keep laughing

I never felt this ******* happy

And now you finally get to have me