Toothache - Legsqueezer

I like it when you wear your jeans low-waisted hanging off your hips
I like it when you wear that dress so pink, like gloss to match your lips
Show me what I know you keep inside, your pages and I'll read between the lines
I like it when you squeeze my leg
And I can tell by the look in your eyes, I'm your obsession
Just one bite of the fruit, won't punish you for transgressions
Hey, I hate that you've fallen
Hey, but I loathe me for it more
Why would I waste my sights on marble eyes when you're in front of mine?
Can't help but come undone, succumb like Eve, the fruit that's one my tongue
I like how soft you speak so quietly, you whisper French to me, "Approche mon chérie"
And I can tell by the look in your eyes, I'm your obsession
I want you bad but if you take me, please use discretion
Hey, I hate that you've fallen
Hey, but I loathe me for it more
Oh fuck

Written by:
Brighton Bucher, Cheyenne Sullivan, Kiva Rasband

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