The way you move is something I just can’t explain
The way you touch, the way you fuck me
This craving never ever ever goes away, away
I know you really don’t like to talk about it
Remember when you cried in the car about it
I know I saw a side of you that I never saw yet
And I’ll never let that go
You won’t admit it but it’s kinda so obvious
That you wish I’d get my shit together, fuckin acknowledge
You said you’re nothing like my ex and babe I wanna believe that
I swear I wanna bеlieve it
And I said
We can go to Paris
Fuck your parents, let’s go
Your friends don’t know me
They just know the way you won’t let me go
And I don’t give a fuck about losing control
I tried to warn you babe
And now you’re just frustrated
I know that you’re frustrated
I promise I frustrate me too
I know that you’re frustrated
I’m sorry you're frustrated
But it goes so hard when we go that far
Drive at night in my race car
You look so good but you feel so far
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
That every single ounce of conversation’s about the way
That I don’t know how to trust and I don’t wanna admit it
Cause if I talk about it, how am I supposed to forget it?
Anxiety is a bitch and I don’t wanna be in it
Fuck it, I’m in love
And fuck it if it’s hard
Drive all night til I let down my guard
You taste so good and you look like art
And she said
We can go to Paris
Fuck your parents, let’s go
Your friends don’t know me
They just know the way you won’t let me go
And I don’t give a fuck about losing control
I tried to warn you babe
And now you’re just frustrated
I know that you’re frustrated
I promise I frustrate me too
I'm sorry you're frustrated
I’m sorry you're frustrated
I know that you're frustrated
I promise I frustrate me too
I'm sorry you're frustrated
I'm sorry you're frustrated
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