Eleanor Underhill

Lyrics

blackberry margarita
you're my mamacita
let's go out dancing
tipsy-talking our way around the room
glowing like flowers in spring bloom
you got your paper magazines
i got my fresh tie-dyed blue jeans
after we turn a few heads
then goodbye my friend I need to put myself to bed

we get into just enough trouble
just enough trouble
they think they're seeing double
we get into just enough trouble
just enough trouble
just enough trouble

my head is a hurting
we always flirting with disaster
a little older, still we smolder
ashes to ashes we all fall down
burn like the stars up in the sky
bask in the sea of summertime
don't try too hard to impress
sorry, not sorry, we couldn't care less

we get into just enough trouble
just enough trouble
they think they're seeing double
we get into just enough trouble
just enough trouble
just enough trouble

getting close to feeling good
doing all the things I should
carry water chopping wood

please don't rain on my parade
getting close to feeling good
doing all the things I should
please don't rain on my parade
getting close to feeling good
doing all the things I should
please don't rain on my parade
getting close to feeling good
doing all the things I should
please don't rain on my parade

we get into just enough trouble
just enough trouble
they think they're seeing double
we get into just enough trouble
just enough trouble
just enough trouble

we get into just enough trouble
just enough trouble
they think they're seeing double
we get into just enough trouble
just enough trouble
just enough trouble