Lyrics
In your fingers like a Tech Deck, next
Hope you don't leave me on your desk
But I know that's out of my control
Throw my hands up off the Cyclone
We'll make a day at Luna Park
I'm down to stay til after dark
Pass a J round to Graham Parker
You're prolly more the type for Arca
Ooh, I'm open, yeah
I'm so open
Just wanna get you spoken for
But baby I'm so open, hoping
Your dock will let me rope in, chosen
I wanna have you spoken for
Loud enough to hit the ocean floor
But baby I'm so open, hoping
Your dock will let me rope in, chosen
I wanna have you spoken for
Loud enough to hit the ocean floor
Wheelin' on my Heelys, flex
Way too risky when I sent that text, yeah
I claimed that that was out of my control
I almost fell right out the Cyclone
Busy boolin' right by Brighton Beach
You got me feeling ways that I can't speak
And I never thought I'd see the day
That we'd calmly chill on Sheepshead Bay
Ooh (oh oh oh oh), I'm open, yeah
I'm so open
Just wanna get you spoken for
But baby I'm so open, hoping
Your dock will let me rope in, chosen
I wanna have you spoken for
Loud enough to hit the ocean floor
But baby I'm so open, hoping
Your dock will let me rope in, chosen
I wanna have you spoken for
Loud enough to hit the ocean floor
Busy on the Ferris we go
You taking my hand, don't let go
Just don't look down below
I'll try, I'll try, ooh
But baby girl I'm burning up like 3005
3005, you keep a smile, you got me strapped in for the ride
But baby I'm so open, hoping (I'm so open for you)
Your dock will let me rope in, chosen (I'm so open for you)
I wanna have you spoken for (I'm so open for you, for you)
Loud enough to hit the ocean floor
But baby I'm so open, hoping (I'm so open for you)