501's-Fortunes.

(Uh, hmm mm mm mm) [Chorus] Damn that dude jeans look tight, I don’t mean skinny The man tucked in t-shirt white, boy he so pretty The way he stand, feet firmly planted But he out this planet, sorry I got plans tonight [Verse 1] I think I need a fan, he heating up this tram ride Reach for a pole I hope he don’t notice he’s made my head light I fall into him As we break we’ve hit a red light He squeezed my hand tight Possum in the headlights [Chorus] (Ooh) damn that dude jeans look tight, I don’t mean skinny The man tucked in t-shirt white Boy he so pretty The way he stand, feet firmly planted But he out this planet Sorry I got plans tonight [Verse 2] By chance we’ve got the same stop If not I would’ve made yours mine Zone 2 I'd go for you so fine I would’ve gone to the end of the line Zone 2 I’ve been there in my mind Zone 2 id go there all there all the time Come too? We’ve got to get to mine To see the planets realign And line up they will (yeah they will) Like extra on the moonlight Could gaze for days But he’s all I want in my sight For days he stays, as if sun never came and gave us time We've been heating up the room right Fire to my air sign [Verse 3] Its pretty hot though I dunno Maybe this is all a mirage I’m real late what am I doing gotta go Get off my stops long passed Its pretty hot though I dunno This is all a mirage I’m real late what am I doing gotta go Get off my stops long passed [Chorus] But damn that dude jeans look tight The man tucked in t-shirt white, boy he so pretty The way he stand, feet firmly planted But he out this planet, sorry I got plans tonight