If I Talk To You
Will You Stick Around?
I Like The Way You Look
I Like The Way You Touch

If You Were My Friend
Do You Think We Could Pretend?
That Everything's Alright
I Know You Like It When We Fight.

Uh Oh Hello

It's Like A Sunday Night
We're Smoking With The Windows Down
I Know It's Not Polite
To Always Want To Kiss And Bite

Uh Oh Hello

You Look So Good When You're A Mess. I Don't Know Why
The Candy Wrappers On The Floor Match Your Eyes
And When I Pass The Old High School I Think Of You
And All Those Summer Nights We Held Hands And Knew

Uh Oh Hello