[ interlude ]
"you're such a wannabe"

Its okay sweetheart, no ones watching

[ verse 1 ]
Ay, ay
Theres a razor on the nightstand
Feeling all the time with you
Hurtin' more than you'd like to
I can tell that its new
'Cuz the body language is higher than you
Its speaking loudly
Body on top of me
I feel it falling down
And I'm grazing your face with my fingertips
I'm dancing all around your body
Which means, ima cope with this
Doin' things that I shouldn't admit
I love the way you feel
Ay

[ verse 2 ]
Made of porcelain
Face of a doll, full of scratches and dust
You're hurting
You're hurting
I can tell

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