Testo Karaoke

You make my days a little bit older
Your name on the stereo
In Little Tokyo
A pretty karaoke machine
You make my blood a little bit warmer
My analog telephone
System is overblown
Your loving running all over me
Destinations, we soon arrive
Miami nights, put it in drive (Oh, yeah)
Hit eighty-five, play us Celine Dion
A little Kelela, Every Little Step
Dangerously in Love, Starflyer 59
Stop on the interstate
Staring up, not a soul around
Stick our hands out the window and count it down
Feel that north Miami wind on our fingertips, uh

Felt like nothing in our lives could change this
I wish I could put this into tangible words
But every time I try, it sucks
Love, shut up but I'm daydreaming of how we could eventually be
But every time, my heart ends up ahead of me