作曲 : Ruby Jackson Yeah I'm having a good hair day Take a guess it's Saturday Pop the percolator on then I'll hop into Something pretty for later on when I drink a few I just bought a new pair of shades Now catch me dabbling in the vintage craze I'm a sucker for the gold in the golden hour Which is when I'll head for that amoretto sour But my guilty pleasure The one that smiles and my dial surrenders, and When I want time to rewind, there's no pressure Yeah I ain't even guilty And oh it's a pleasure To know that days could go by without measure Yeah I'm still wearing your burgundy sweater And I ain't even guilty But still to take a little weight off my week Ever since I was a young seventeen Sneakers on with the flares as I take a stroll Yet again to my regular hole in the wall Where the pretty barista is whistling I pick a table with the sun glistening Yeah with my sun kissed cheeks I outta get my fix While I flick through my European summer pics But my guilty pleasure The one that smiles and my dial surrenders, and When I want time to rewind, there's no pressure Yeah I ain't even guilty And oh it's a pleasure To know that days could go by without measure Yeah I'm still wearing your burgundy sweater And I ain't even guilty
作曲 : Ruby Jackson Yeah I'm having a good hair day Take a guess it's Saturday Pop the percolator on then I'll hop into Something pretty for later on when I drink a few I just bought a new pair of shades Now catch me dabbling in the vintage craze I'm a sucker for the gold in the golden hour Which is when I'll head for that amoretto sour But my guilty pleasure The one that smiles and my dial surrenders, and When I want time to rewind, there's no pressure Yeah I ain't even guilty And oh it's a pleasure To know that days could go by without measure Yeah I'm still wearing your burgundy sweater And I ain't even guilty But still to take a little weight off my week Ever since I was a young seventeen Sneakers on with the flares as I take a stroll Yet again to my regular hole in the wall Where the pretty barista is whistling I pick a table with the sun glistening Yeah with my sun kissed cheeks I outta get my fix While I flick through my European summer pics But my guilty pleasure The one that smiles and my dial surrenders, and When I want time to rewind, there's no pressure Yeah I ain't even guilty And oh it's a pleasure To know that days could go by without measure Yeah I'm still wearing your burgundy sweater And I ain't even guilty
