A monday morning you meet me at the hotel, and

You bought me coffee just to spill it on yourself

But you never take things seriously

It's kinda why I like you so much, honestly.

And I wrote a note and left it folded in your pocket

You taped it to your wall in your new york apartment

Kissing in the taxi cab

'til the driver gives us dirty looks back.

Oh, it's l-o-v-e, or something like that

You're crazy, but it's not in a bad way

Dancing on the highway

You make me feel older than seventeen.

Yeah, this is l-o-v-e, or something really close

Hey, baby, I think you're really dope

I honestly don't know why

I should ever leave your side

'cause this is love, right?