Two Lips (Acoustic) 歌詞

Sneaking out my bed at night I tell her turn the lights down low Trying to figure out my mind She always wonder where I go, oh Making good music, coming home with a pocket full of tulips They try to point an arrow at me like cupid Trying end up in that pussy like two lips She want it off, my head Want it off my head Can we both, forget Baby I don't know Want me more or less Want me more or less Is it all for sex? Baby, I hope so So tell me what you want, what you really really want I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me So tell me what you want from me, oh I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me So tell me what you want from me, oh, oh Sitting in the hotel lobby You never get me off my phone You treat me like a paparazzi You show up then I got to go Make good music Everybody that I'm meeting is a doofus They try to point an arrow at me like cupid I try to end up in that pussy like two lips She want it off, my head Want it off my head, my head Can we both, forget Baby I don't know Want me more or less Want me more or less, or less Is it all for sex? Baby, I hope so. Oh, I hope You tell me what you want, what you really really want I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me So tell me what you want from me, oh I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me So tell me what you want from me, oh, oh Give me some bad advice I hate when you ask me over You drunk off a glass of wine No wonder I'm acting sober So cut me out of your life And leave me like class is over But when the day goes, and the night comes I'll still be your casanova So tell me what you want, what you really really want I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me So tell me what you want from me, oh I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me So tell me what you want from me, oh, oh Give me some bad advice I hate when you ask me over You drunk off a glass of wine No wonder I'm acting sober So cut me out of your life And leave me like class is over But when the day goes, and the night comes I'll still be your casanova