Hit My Line

You straight out of '99, babe

(Dark denim over suede, it’s

Classic and understated)

Damn, you were Bonnie and I was Clyde, babe

(Need to be separated

Captive, but captivated)

Heard me on the radio, you hit my phone

I said, "Baby, I need another night to be alone"

A cigarette on my window ledge

I wish I'd known that, baby, we weren't finished yet

Hit my line, hit my line

Baby, call me anytime

But I won’t call you mine

Draw the line, draw the line

Baby, I can lay you down

But I won't tell you lies

Hit my line, hit my line

Baby, call it anytime

But I won't call you mine

Draw the line, draw the line

Baby, I can lay you down

But I won't tell you lies

Hit my line, get in line

She'll take whatever just to feel alive, what a life

Lays with the devil on her darkest nights

And she'll do anything to stay the night, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Oh, yeah)

Whatever she took, it made her look at me sideways

Hop inside the Maserati and reverse out the driveway

Oh, yeah, you can hit me Sunday to Friday

But please don't hit me on the Saturdays

I'm fucked up on Molly, I’m saying

Hit my line, hit my line

Baby, call me anytime

But I won’t call you mine

Draw the line, draw the line

Baby, I can lay you down

But I won't tell you lies

Hit my line, hit my line

Baby, call it anytime

But I won’t call you mine

Draw the line, draw the line

Baby, I can lay you down

But I won't tell you lies

Hit my line