Let's talk about love, let's talk about this
Sex, money and drugs, flick, flick of the wrist
Everything, white glove, everything sandquick
Got the Midas touch, fuck you think this is?
Hey-yo
Where'd you come from, where'd you go?
If you're ready, let me know
Make you wish you stayed at home
Know you want me, say so
Take it off, make it feel light
Make you swallow all that pride
Take you up to higher heights
But tonight there's
Snow on the floor, honey, I can't see straight
Hands on the door, tryna break in, earthquake
Pour on the floor, make the whole house shake
Who needs friends anyway?
Let's talk about love, let's talk about this
Sex, money and drugs, flick, flick of the wrist
Everything, white glove (Oh-oh), Everything sandquick (Oh-oh)
Got the Midas touch (Oh-oh), fuck you think this is? (Hey, yeah)
It's a slippery slope, a heavy dose of heaven knows
She stayed at home, so he took Maddie where they hang the coats
She soprano, the way she hit that high-c note (Aah)
But, I guess that's how it goes
Snow on the floor, honey, I can't see straight
Hands on the door, tryna break in, earthquake
Pour on the floor, make the whole house shake
Who needs friends anyway?
Let's talk about love, let's talk about this
Sex, money and drugs, flick, flick of the wrist
Everything, white glove (Oh-oh), everything sandquick (Oh-oh)
Got the Midas touch (Oh-oh), fuck you think this is? (Oh-oh)
White glore, white glove, white, it goes, it goes, it
White glore, white glove, white, it goes, it goes, it goes
Aah
White glore, white glove, white, it goes, it goes, it
White glore, white glove, white, it goes, it goes
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