Burnt orange lips and a purple sweater You said how do I look You've never looked better Is it the glasses, or the glasses of wine I can't stop thinking about you most of the time But I hold my tongue Try to be polite
You said you don't like parties, neither do I So why are we here, just to get high Please don't leave me on this couch for a boy I can't stop thinking about how you would call him your toy But I hold my tongue And watch you enjoy
It's Three am, we're walking home You take my hand dragging me along Then I feel your hands on me holding my hips Then the sweet taste of your spit on my lips But I hold my tongue It's all made up shit
Burnt orange lips and a purple sweater You said how do I look You've never looked betterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
