you got me— fuck, who even am I?
spillin’ wine on t-shirts, eyes wide, tongue tied
actin’ reckless, used to keep my head high
damn, I was cold, but you make me— damn, I try
hips move lazy in the half-light, sayin’
"don’t call me sweet, I ain’t no angel, baby" (mmm)
this lipgloss, attitude, trouble I bring
but damn, when you grin, I lose my mean—
fuck, you see right through me
hands on my thigh, suddenly I’m
singin’ in the kitchen, shit, I’m fuckin’ soft now
used to be savage, look at me now (la-la)
baby boy got me acting different
fuckin’ around, I be slippin’, slippin’
can’t play cool, got me switchin’ (mmm)
baby boy got me acting different
I talk tough, talking all that heat
but you laugh, and I’m weak, so damn weak
background blush, cold letters unsent
if my girls knew this, damn, I’d repent
shit, you’re bad for me, but I like that
yeah, I like that