No good for me and my frame of mind
I think about you all the time
A pretty little thing could wreck me, twenty-five
Just say the words and I'm all ears
Let's turn a drink into five years
Spend my money, oh honey, come and bleed me dry

I came here to be someone else
I found you and I found myself
Mister, mister, I'm all in
Bet your house and I'll call it

Feels like a TKO
feels like the lowest blow
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Under the neon lights
I think we might get married in Vegas
Married in Vegas

Pushing 106 down PCH
I drink you down, the aftertaste
Tastes like heartbreak and mistakes, but I can't wait
To walk along that starry strip
I feel it all, it feels like bliss
I show my hand, they look like this

Mister, mister, I'm all in
Bet your house and I'll call it

Feels like a TKO
feels like the lowest blow
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Under the neon lights
I think we might get married in Vegas
Married in Vegas

For better or for worse
I'll be riding high
Even if it's just tonight
Or the rest of my life
So come on, do your worst
I'll stay here all night
Cash out, cards down
Or roll the dice

All these things that I've done
Sin City under the sun
I came to win and I won
I leave from you sitting shotgun
All these things that I've done
Sin City under the sun
I came to win and I won

Yeah
Feels like a TKO
feels like the lowest blow
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah yeah)
Under the neon lights
I think we might get married in Vegas

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Writer(s): Bradley Will Simpson, Connor Samuel Ball, James Daniel Mcvey, Peter John Rees Rycroft, Tristan Oliver Evans