Orange Juice Songtext
von Alma Leta

Roll up in my Toyota Corolla
Baby blue like the sky, like your eyes, like your aura
In love with the curl of your lip
On the tip of your third cigarette
And I don′t mind wasting time with you

Here again, up against the tennis court fence
Hands on my waist
Arms round your neck
Lean in to kiss me
My lips are sticky with
Orange juice
Baby I tried to warn you

Whenever I miss you I'll be in my room
Dancing naked to your playlist (ah ah ah ah)
(Whenever I miss you)
Whenever I miss you I′ll be in my room
Dancing naked to your playlist (ah ah ah ah)
(Whenever I miss you)


Doll up for the night ahead of us
Chandeliers from my ears shine like the stars upon your cuffs yeah
In love with the curl of your lips
On the tip of your third cigarette
And I don't mind wasting time with you
(But my innocence is sweeter than cinnamon)

Got as high and as wasted as my new jeans
Carry me home
Like marigolds
And put me to sleep
You're sweet and pure like orange juice
Baby I adore you
(But my innocence is sweeter than cinnamon)

Whenever I miss you I′ll be in my room
Dancing naked to your playlist (ah ah ah ah)
(Whenever I miss you)
Whenever I miss you I′ll be in my room
Dancing naked to your playlist (ah ah ah ah)
(Whenever I miss you)

We are scared that this time next year
We won't share the same side of the state line
Keep your eyes on the horizon
Soon our time will come
Soon our time will come
Soon our time will come (Mm Mm)


(Yeah so what are you doing? Yeah it′s not that hard like)
(But my innocence is sweeter than cinnamon)

Whenever I miss you I'll be in my room
Dancing naked to your playlist (ah ah ah ah)
(Whenever I miss you)
Whenever I miss you I′ll be in my room
Dancing naked to your playlist (ah ah ah ah)