Lyrics

As the history calls you I don't recall you Crawl past by my bedroom, you're Under the table, and You like my perfume It's far past your curfew You don't leave my eyesight, and Hope that I don't bite In the dead of night Order me a Sprite Keep your trainers white Your Air Forces creased I lay underneath As I lay me down Pray my heart you keep (So to speak) At the very fucking least I want your (eyes on me) You be careful with your tongue on my (forbidden fruit) Can't bе bitten by the many, bitten (by thе few) (So to speak) At the very fucking least I want your (eyes on me) You be careful with your tongue on my (forbidden fruit) Don't you hesitate while you're removing your tracksuit (Your tracksuit, your tracksuit) As your ex-lover calls you Don't recall you Crawl past her bedroom, you're Under her table, and You like her perfume It's far past her curfew You don't leave my eyesight, and You best hope that I don't bite In the dead of night Order me a Sprite Keep your trainers white Your Air Forces creased I lay underneath As I lay me down Pray my heart you keep (So to speak) At the very fucking least want your (eyes on me) You be careful with your tongue on my (forbidden fruit) Can't be bitten by the many, bitten (by the few) Oh, oh (So to speak) At the very fucking least I want your (eyes on me) You be careful with your tongue on my (forbidden fruit) Don't you hesitate while you're removing your tracksuit (Your tracksuit, your tracksuit) So seductive, walking slowly, you don't see what I see So productive when I give my days and nights all for free Talking louder now but you can't say the things you're feeling We should quiet down 'cause you need that Marvin Gaye healing And you say need a break Go too slow, go too fast Don't you want one on one? Don't you want to lay me down? Down to sleep Pray my heart that you keep for your own For your own Oh (So to speak) At the very fucking least I want your (eyes on me) You be careful with your tongue on my (forbidden fruit) Can't be bitten by the many, bitten (by the few) Oh, oh (So to speak) At the very fucking least I want your (eyes on me) You be careful with your tongue on my (forbidden fruit) Don't you hesitate while you're removing your tracksuit (Your tracksuit, your tracksuit)
Writer(s): Nathaniel Jameel Ledwidge, Chris El Barker, Joshua Courtney Pietro Mckenzie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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