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!