My girl, she doesn't need a thing Black roses, diamond-flavored rings White satin panties laid to waste No gold or lines with thick taste
I gave her treats to make her mine Champagne, Love Potion #9 There's only one thing she will take I guess I found by mistake Ayy
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) No Gucci valentines (Ooh-ooh-ooh) No Dolce lemon rinds (Ooh-ooh-ooh) No Versace designs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Cheap leather
Hot ramen, she's only in my bones A kiss I never did part I get blind by the fold Couldn't sell my soul To anyone who battles my heart Anyone who battles my heart
Black stockings, decorate her thighs One kiss, one touch to paralyze Full-body hypodermic cleats No sweat, no windowless seats
At first, I felt a bit estranged All preconceptions rearranged Suede lotion, Rock Shandy fondue I'll admit, I'll try them all too Ooh
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) No snakeskin lemon pie (Ooh-ooh-ooh) No crocodile bites (Ooh-ooh-ooh) No shirring [?] on ice Only one thing on her mind
Cheap leather
Shotgun, and she's only in my bones A stranger for the sweethearts I get blind by the fold Never sell my soul To anyone who battles my heart Anyone who battles my heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
