Olivia Testo

Call up on a Friday
With your pretty little ways
Roll them right up a hill
Drawin' shapes in the carpet
Washin' down a sour taste
With a silly little smile
Push me straight down the steps
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