Personal Space - Petrie

Here’s looking at you

Tryna get through April

So sick of waiting tables, I

I’m rooting for you

We fell in love so madly

But nothing takes the sadness out (Ayy)

If I could teleport over there

Pinot Grigio over there

Lover you’d be bored of the kisses

We’d cook dinner in our underwear (Singing)

«Here, there and everywhere»

We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space

Personal space, personal space

We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space

Personal space, personal space

We’d be in bliss until we miss it (Ahh-ahh)

Fuck living with me (Fuck that)

I ask too many questions

And get these weird obsessions

God knows we’re lonely (Lonely, Lonely…)

In a state of limbo

If only it were simple (Oh)

If I could teleport over there

Pinot Grigio over there

Lover we’d ignore all the dishes (Ooh-ooh)

We’d cook dinner in our underwear (Yeah)

And dance like Fred Astaire

We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space

Personal space, personal space

We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space

Personal space, personal space

We’d be in bliss until we miss it (Ahh-ahh)

If I could teleport over there…

If I could teleport over there…

We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space

Personal space, personal space

We’d be in bliss until we miss our personal space

Personal space, personal space

We’d be in bliss until we miss it (Ahh-ahh)