I got her picture up on my wallnshe's the type of girl who don't care at allnif she's on your arm my tongue's hangin outnI don't mind if people hangin aroundndon't talk sex when it's under your breathnsay it loud like you wanna confessnis she for real it's so hard to tellnyes she just smiles and her picture sellsnnshe gets a risenit gets me highnit's not enough when the feeling makes me buzznnyou know my heart is on my sleevenmy heart is on my sleevenbut when you're cool as a breezenthey call you king of magazinesnnI like love when it feels like a drugngettin high off the shot of her mugnher and I gotta steal awaynno one notices if we leave todaynshake your tail feather show what you gotncenterfold or not we know she's hotntwo tickets is all that we neednif I'm the band honey she's a scenennshe gets a risenit gets me highnit's not enough when the feeling makes me buzznnyou know my heart is on my sleevenmy heart is on my sleevenbut when you're cool as a breezenthey call you king of magazinesnnshe gets her offnit gets me hotnit's not enough when the feeling makes me burstnnyou know my heart is on my sleevenmy heart is on my sleevenbut when you're cool as a breezenthey call you king of magazinesnnyou know my heart is on my sleevenmy heart is on my sleevenbut when you're cool as a breezenthey call you king of magazines