Here's looking at you
Trynna get through April
So sick of waiting tables, I
I'm rooting for you
We fell in love so madly
But nothing takes the sadness out
If I could teleport over there
Pinot Grigio over there
Lover you'd be bored of the kisses
We'd cook dinner in our underwear (Singing)
Here, there and everywhere
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss it
Fuck living with me (Fuck that)
I ask too many questions
And get these weird obsessions
God knows we're lonely (Lonely, Lonely...)
In a state of limbo
If only it were simple
If I could teleport over there
Pinot Grigio over there
Lover we'd ignore all the dishes (Ooh-ooh)
We'd cook dinner in our underwear (Yeah)
And dance like Fred Astaire
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss it
If I could teleport over there
If I could teleport over therd
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss our personal space
Personal space, personal space
We'd be in bliss until we miss it