Rachael Sage - C'MON OVER

You might be my ticket to Brooklyn
And I might be your city of sin
We could travel all night and be zen
Or we could just sit still
‘Cause you’re left of the light
And I’m right like a really good fight

So c’mon over, lemme show ya
How I don’t feel, you could show me back
C’mon over, lemme show ya
Who you might be if I called you Jack
Can I call you Jack

You might be my chance to give out
And I might be your ocean of doubt
We could make sweet like, if not love
We could join the Mile High Club
‘Cause you’re left of the light
And I’m right like I’m yours but not quite

C’mon over, lemme show ya
How I don’t feel, you could show me back
C’mon over, lemme show ya
Who you might be if I called you Jack
Can I call you, you Jack

Old Tom Petty tunes in the van
Mexico’s our mirror in sand
Tiramisu, eat it with your hands
Oh you’d better or you’re out of this band
Oh you’d better or you’re out of this band

You might be my angel of mercy
And I might be your devil o’ doom
We could stay out all night and be cool
Or we could just stay here
‘Cause you’re not worth your hype
And I’m pretty, but not really your type

So c’mon over, lemme show ya
How I don’t feel, you could show me back
C’mon over, lemme show ya
Who you might be if I called you, called you
Can I call you, lemme show ya
How I don’t feel, you could show me back
C’mon over, lemme show ya
Who you might be if I called you Jack
Can I call you Jack

Can I call you Jack
Can I…you…Jack

Written by:
Rachael Sage

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Lyrics © FLYING DYBBUK MUSIC

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