Fancy restaurant You know just what turns me on It's like all your bad ideas have been pulled straight out of my head Winter waterfront It's so cold, we walk along You know I was fucking sad, but now you're here holding my hand And you really had me going for a second For a minute really had me second guessing Took me way down, down, then back up again I think you fried my system Migraines, headaches, blurred vision So nice, so good boy Christian But you kiss me like I'm your religion Stop calling me an angel I'm not cute, I'm not smart, I'm not special I thought you'd send me straight to Hell But now I'm in Heaven Late drive, brand-new song And you even sang along Oh yeah, I see what you did, you even snuck my name in Bridge over the lake Oh come on, you know I hate That you chose the most cliché place To kiss me for the first time again Bet that you never expected me to call it off I was scared to death, nevertheless, know what I want And that's what you like about me, isn't it? I think you fried my system Migraines, headaches, blurred vision So nice, so good boy Christian But you fuck me like I'm your religion Stop calling me an angel I'm not cute, I'm not smart, I'm not special I thought you'd send me straight to Hell But now I'm in Heaven Oh baby, I'm still obsessed with you I'm still a mess for you Even when I'm lying next to you I'm still a mess I think you fried my system Migraines, headaches, blurred vision So nice, so good boy Christian But you fuck me like I'm your religion Stop calling me an angel I'm not cute, I'm not smart, I'm not special I thought you'd send me straight to Hell But now I'm in Heaven Oh baby, I'm still obsessed with you I'm still a mess for you Even when I'm lying next to you I'm still a mess for you Oh baby, I'm still obsessed with you I'm still a mess for you Even when I'm lying next to you I'm still a mess