SOFIA ISELLA, Mr. Hudson, Sofia Isella Miranda and Benjamin McIldowie - Sex Concept

Do you like that?
I hold his throat in my pocket
He tries to bite back
I’m sleeping deep in his lungs
He wants to deny that
And he’s on the edge of his seat
And he’s trying not to break, but I give it bout a week

Cause I’m the backyard heathen
The girl he’s dreaming
I’ll bend him over backwards give him something to believe in

No end, no completion
He says stop teasing
We’ll play the game, both go insane, and then we’ll call it even

Cause his chest is heaving
His knees got weakened
All strong and rough and tough but I ruined that in an evening

And I sunk my teeth in
And by next weekend
You’re admitting I’m the only god that you’ll ever believe in

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

I’m made of linen and salt, my blood is made up of feathers
He runs on language and laughter he’s made of leather and pepper
Our limbs walk over to each other, the bodies are shoving
And I grab him by the tie and oh god, I think he’s blushing
And the tactics, accents, rip my seem
He’s a hopeless, focused, fucked up dream
And he’s trying not to crawl
Cause he won’t say he needed me
And he’s trying not to sleep
Cause all he does is dream of me

Cause I’m the backyard heathen
The girl he’s dreaming
I’ll bend him over backwards give him something to believe in

No end, no completion
He says stop teasing
We’ll play the game, both go insane, and then we’ll call it even

Cause his chest is heaving
His knees got weakened
All strong and rough and tough but I ruined that in an evening

And I sunk my teeth in
And by next weekend
You’re admitting I’m the only god that you’ll ever believe in

The concept of sex is stronger than the concept of god
The concept of sex is stronger than the concept of god
The concept of sex is stronger than the concept of god
The concept of sex is stronger than the concept of god

His family’s scared of me ‘cause the concept of sex is stronger than the concept of god
And when he’s missing on Sunday, they know who’s at fault
And I return him home, sick with a fever
‘Cause he’s still on the ground, on his knees, in a theater

Cause I’m the backyard heathen
The girl he’s dreaming
I’ll bend him over backwards give him something to believe in

No end, no completion
He says stop teasing
We’ll play the game, both go insane, and then we’ll call it even

Cause his chest is heaving
His knees got weakened
All strong and rough and tough but I ruined that in an evening

And I sunk my teeth in
And by next weekend
You’re admitting I’m the only god that you’ll ever believe in

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

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