The Punctuation - #A E S T H E T I C

I didn't want it in the first place
But wouldn't wana let it go to waste
You seem like you got good taste
If you know what I mean, oh yeah
Honey put on that polka dot dress
Kill me slowly with your soft caress
I need to get it off my chest
It feels so good to come...
Clean
You got that real kinda thing
And I really think I kinda like it
You got that real kinda thing
And I really think I'd like to try it
So we still are sending out sounds
What we wouldn't utter out loud
In a silent disco crowd
Headphones for only you
And I
Put it in the Dropbox in our dreams
Your red lips, my ripped jeans
Nothing's ever as it seems
I never want to see you
Cry
Why
You got that real kinda thing
And I really think I kinda like it
You got that real kinda thing
And I really think I'd like to try it
I told you I don't want you
But that doesn't make it true
I heard you found yourself...
Somebody new
And yes, I guess that I did too
But all that did was remind me of You
Because
You got that real kinda thing
And I really think I kinda like it
You got that real kinda thing
And I really think
You got that real kinda thing
(You got that real kinda thing girl)
And I really think I kinda like it
(Yeah I really think I'd like to try it)
You got that real kinda thing
And I really think I'd like to try it

Written by:
Benjamin Brown

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