Stretching from Sound Argument by Winona Forever

Stretch my legs, I’m still balling
Blood on my face, humming and hawing, stumbling and falling
Dreaming, so i call your name

Honestly, you make every day the sweetest thing
Sweeter than a cherry flavored, chocolate covered sunday, on a saturday night

Ooooooh, sha-la-la-la
Kissing you through a smile
The kind where our teeth collide

Call me up, I’ll come running
Ring my phone off the wall, knock my door down if you needed something, baby
I’ll be right there

Ooooooh, sha-la-la-la
Kissing you through a smile
The kind where our teeth collide

Ooooooh, sha-la-la-la
Kissing you through a smile
The kind where our teeth collide

• Indie pop
• Pop
• summer pop
• surf rock
• Vancouver