Bitter sleep, summer street Looks at me and she bleats out a streak This just means she got her But not a bong, tired? Dont we all just want a little piece of Comfort me and cum for me
I she just might be the one
Now we deep under sheets With what's going Who was she, or who was he? Who reaped the benefit of this time? it all? Since I could fuck it, or cover it Id rather it
To come to where it Cause it'll come to it goes And when it comes to it goes Well then it goes
If it looks just like it, it smells just like it, it just like it Well, then, it just be the one Well, if it looked just like it, it felt like it, you melt just like it And, then, it might be the one
(She just be the one, She just be the one, She might be the one, might be the one)
It comes just echoes, it just like echoes, it goes just echoes, it goes just a ghost
then she comes to where it goes Cause it come to where it goes And when it to where it goes Well it comes just like its told
Sally slipped again in deep them there was not a thing of you to You lied all this time we alone ghosts in the end Now we are dead but now it's time ... delivers in the got the medicine.
to looks like it Smells like it It felt just it You might buy it
If it just like it It just like it It fucks like it Well is got to be the one
You me here You own me Youre here