(Hey, hey, hey)
I've been a sex addict since seventeen
And I don't plan on changing soon
I'll plant my seed in anything, twenty-three (or older) in this room
Maybe I'm the product of a dying scene
Or maybe I just got groomed
(Am I a sinner or a Rockstar
You tell me I just wanna feel in bloom)
Sex sells, so does lust
But where does it all come from?
Trauma and abandonment, all of it's a brand to flip
Gotta profit from your cuts, strut your suffering, and monetize all your scars
Give 'em your blood, become a star
Give 'em the dirt, baby I promise
Sex sells, hard
I'm not a God but I've learned some things
Maybe there's a perk to being abused
I've tried some things that you've never seen
That your husband wouldn't know how to do
Am I a sinner or a Rockstar
You tell me I just wanna feel in bloom
Sex sells, so does lust
But where does it all come from?
Trauma and abandonment, all of it's a brand to flip
Gotta profit from your cuts, strut your suffering, and monetize all your scars
Give 'em your blood, become a star
Give 'em the dirt, baby I promise
Sex sells, hard
(Oh yeah)
I got a mistress in the bedroom, boyfriend in the kitchen, and a new girl on my phone
I may be numb to the core, devoid of innocence but at least a dog still gets his bone (Give me that fucking bone)
Sex sells, so does lust
But where does it all come from?
Trauma and abandonment, all of it's a brand to flip
Gotta profit from your cuts, strut your suffering, and monetize all your scars
Give 'em your blood, become a star
Give 'em the dirt, baby I promise
Sex sells, hard
(Hey, hey, hey)
Sex sells, hard
(Hey, hey, hey)
Sex sells
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