Arms locked in our matching Juicy tracksuits I used your lip gloss, I don't even gotta ask you Still young, we've got years to keep on being a mess You're the best
Stripping at the bus station, talking 'bout our aspirations How the hell are we getting home now? We've only got cocaine and candy bracelets Used to be so innocent but now we're hot like cinnamon We're born to sin, yeah, you and me Yeah, we're what others dream to be
My best friend, my best friend My best friend, my best friend My best friend, my best friend
High tops, dancing crazy on the concrete And if you're driving then you know I'm always front seat Ice cream and tequila always making a mess, you're the best
Stripping at the bus station Talking 'bout our aspirations How the hell are we getting home now? We've only got cocaine and candy bracelets Used to be so innocent, but now we're hot like cinnamon We're born to sin, yeah, you and me Yeah, we're what others dream to be
My best friend, my best friend My best friend, my best friend My best friend, my best friend
Best of 'em than all the rest of 'em You are the season one Lauren to my Heidi Baby, you are the best of 'em than all the rest of 'em And wherever you go, you know I'll be
Stripping at the bus station Talking 'bout our aspirations How the hell are we getting home now? We've only got cocaine and candy bracelets Used to be so innocent, but now we're hot like cinnamon We're born to sin, yeah, you and me Yeah, we're what others dream to be
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