Dance party. Dance! Dance! - Sticky | Текст песни

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• Dance party. Dance! Dance!
• Sticky

Here we go!
Three restless souls!
Out of control!

Everything you like, girl, is right...
I think I understand what brought you here...
Was that late phone call of mine inspired by the smoke in my lungs?
Anything you like, girl... It's tight!

So do you want, want a piece of these sticky smelly buds?
Wanna taste, taste that sour smoke filling up your lungs?
And to hear music play real loud, penetrate my ears
But in my mind all I really hear, all I really hear is:

"I wanna fuck you really bad!"

So we fall on the bed
Half naked she smiles
But we don't go to sleep
We do it

I can't get enough of this delight
Waking up and find her near
Barely move my body, hold her tight
Cause what if she just dissappears?

I don't fake it, yes, I'm different
May I please come over and break your little heart?
So don't fake it, we deserve all the best things
WE DESERVE ALL THE BEST THINGS
We should remember that!