I'm back in the line one more time
At it again and on the grind
I'm home baby
I figured that while you're there
I ain't telling no-one here
I'm closed baby, oh-oh

And oh yes I know
That it shows, oh-oh

Fell in love this time
Can't run from your touch this time
When the New York City lights are low
I don't think you'll have to know
What I'm feeling has to show
The way that I'm drawn, baby
I feel this so much
I'm sure baby, in love

Tryna work the day away
But all I can do is see your face
I got it bad, yeah
I think I'ma tell my best friends
I know that they'll understand
This kinda magic, oh-oh

Fell in love this time
Can't run from your touch this time
When the New York City lights are low
I don't think you'll have to know
What I'm feeling has to show
The way that I'm drawn, baby
I feel this so much
I'm sure baby, in love

And oh yes I know
That it shows

Fell in love this time (this time, this time)
Can't run from your touch this time (can't run, can't run)
When the New York City lights are low (way down low)
I don't think you'll have to know (have to know)
What I'm feeling has to show (has to show)
The way that I'm drawn baby (the way that I'm drawn)
I feel this so much
I'm sure baby, in love

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Billy Currington, Rob Persaud