Nostalgia

Oh, when Sangria is pourin' through you You remember me like Vegas Oh, when the haze is faded And your veins is achin' You call me like your dealer Say you won't, but you will It's nostalgic baby, it's the thrill Say you won't, no no, but you will It's nostalgic baby, electric feel (Ah) (Fool) Go on, take your pill (ah) (Fool) Tell me how it feels (ah) (Fool) Go on, take your pill, baby (ah) (Fool) Tell me how it feels Tell me how it feels When you also ask me, T-minus twenty I pull up with that Riesling You say this and forever But I know, that you are a believer Say you won't, but you will It's nostalgic baby, it's the thrill Say you won't, but you will It's nostalgic baby, electric feel (Ah) (Fool) Go on, take your pill (ah) (Fool) Tell me how it feels (ah) (Fool) Go on, take your pill, baby (ah) (Fool) Try again when we're sober We can make it to summer Try again when we're sober If we don't fly before Tell me how it feels Try again when we're sober Go on, take your pill We can make it to summer Tell me how it feels Try again when we're sober If we don't fly before --- Nostalgia - Jacob Banks