Olivia

Call up on a Friday With your pretty little eyes Roll them right up the hill Drawing shapes in the carpet Washing down a sour taste With a silly little smile Push me straight down the stairs Then you leave my apartment I know, it's Olivia I know, if you want me to I'll go But Olivia, it's you I've been on a bitter end Cry baby cry Every now and every then I catch a scent of your jacket I know, it's Olivia I know, if you want me to I'll go But Olivia, it's you I know, it's Olivia I know, if you want me to I'll go But Olivia, it's you