It’s good that you’re home
It’s good to spend a night without him, checking my phone for you baby
We talk about life as she caught me up on drinks in no time

Oh, before you know we’ll be falling in drunk and I’ll be letting you know

When you wrap me around your fingers baby
And you make me do that shit I never do
And as I pick you up on Sauchiehall street
I know I want you to myself again

That bar that you loved
Lock us in and let us keep on singing out lungs on there bar stools
On the walk back yours you made me fall in love with Glasgow

Oh, before you know I’ll be carrying you over the threshold

When you wrap me around your fingers baby
And you make me do that shit I’ve never done
And as you prop me up on Sauchiehall street
I know I want you to myself again