Listen to the new album 'portraits' by Greyson Chance: http://bit.ly/2FpPk8E See Greyson Chance on tour: http://bit.ly/2Fz1Cgg Follow Greyson Chance: http://bit.ly/2FqEyiy https://twitter.com/greysonchance http://bit.ly/2Fz1D3O Lyrics: V1 Lying on the beach The middle of December I’m thinking you’re too cool, to even remember My face, my hair, my eyes, my lips, and my name Lighting up that clove Your confidence is what I want I say a lot, I’m loud Cause maybe you’re the one Your hair, your eyes, your lips, and your name CHORUS I cannot hold my tongue You give me much to say I’m sweating bullets Nervous, that you’ll push away And when your eyes catch mine I know I talk too much So give me your two lips And baby I’ll shut up V2 You dress in all black The middle of the summer You’re smoother than you think, you rock that Alex Turner Your style, your arms, wrapped in leather, makes me want you forever But I cannot break this habit, pure anxiety Stuck here searching for some word...