Songtext von Patchwork

Clothes off, he needs to come through or cut me off I understand why he hesitates Go home, I'd rather be alone than soaked in sweat Taking a dose to make me forget Fell back into the hotel underneath the same lights Eye contact was the last thing I wanted while you looked like that Jumped into the water, let the iPhone speaker blaring I can feel their eyesights glaring, classic Glossed up and getting wasted This is not my last masterpiece, I am Michelangelo I still don't know how you feel about us Boys in the backseat are talking about us Cold sweat, coke head I forgot your name in the same place last time, no thanks Cold sweat, coke head I forgot your name in the same place last time, no thanks There's some men out there on the floor Watching me lose myself to disco music There's some men out there on the floor Watching me lose myself to disco music There's some men out there on the floor Watching me lose myself to disco music There's some men out there on the floor Watching me lose myself to disco music