LasVegasAngeles
Like the devil, you're the worst one
You give me the first taste
There's beauty on the way down
You could see it post-haste
You don't have to wonder why
You just gotta let it be
Possibilities, baby
Put a cover on my eyes
Anticipation is crazy
You know it gets better
Better
Better
I know that you go wild
And you know no one's coming to save me
So it only gets better
Better, better
Yea
I come around for the badness
Stick around for the madness
Front row seats to you
She's not the kind of girl that you wanna meet
She's just the kind of girl that you do
And you know it's nothing serious
She's here to work
Work
She don't give a damn about you
She's got a job
Her job
She's got a job to do
Space ships and karma
Are all I give a fuck about
Streetlights and armour
Are all I need to make the route
And this is what I'm feeling now
Send me home full of doubt
Follow up with a text saying
We only get lost at your discretion
Alone just you and me
You're the only one who understands my nature
Our way home
Is off
Our feet
So I'll see you tomorrow, baby
I come around for the badness
Stick around for the madness
Front row seats to you
She's not the kind of girl that you wanna meet
She's just the kind of girl that you do
And you know it's nothing serious
Because she's here to work
Work
She don't give a damn about you
She's got a job
Her job
She's got a job to do
Oh yea
And I guess I never learn
All this time and all this effort
You'd think I like getting burned
But the story on the pages
Yea they all remain unturned
But I still don't give a fuck because I know
She's here to work
Work
She's got a job to do
Back and forth
And back and forth
And back and forth
And back and forth
Go to work like a hobby
Connect the dots on her body
And it ain't over yet
Work
Work
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give up, she's got it
She's got a job
Her job
She's got a job to do
And I guess I never learn
All this time and all this effort
You'd think I like getting burned
But the story on the pages
Yea they all remain unturned
But I still don't give a fuck because I know
She's here to work
Work
She's got a job to do
You give me the first taste
There's beauty on the way down
You could see it post-haste
You don't have to wonder why
You just gotta let it be
Possibilities, baby
Put a cover on my eyes
Anticipation is crazy
You know it gets better
Better
Better
I know that you go wild
And you know no one's coming to save me
So it only gets better
Better, better
Yea
I come around for the badness
Stick around for the madness
Front row seats to you
She's not the kind of girl that you wanna meet
She's just the kind of girl that you do
And you know it's nothing serious
She's here to work
Work
She don't give a damn about you
She's got a job
Her job
She's got a job to do
Space ships and karma
Are all I give a fuck about
Streetlights and armour
Are all I need to make the route
And this is what I'm feeling now
Send me home full of doubt
Follow up with a text saying
We only get lost at your discretion
Alone just you and me
You're the only one who understands my nature
Our way home
Is off
Our feet
So I'll see you tomorrow, baby
I come around for the badness
Stick around for the madness
Front row seats to you
She's not the kind of girl that you wanna meet
She's just the kind of girl that you do
And you know it's nothing serious
Because she's here to work
Work
She don't give a damn about you
She's got a job
Her job
She's got a job to do
Oh yea
And I guess I never learn
All this time and all this effort
You'd think I like getting burned
But the story on the pages
Yea they all remain unturned
But I still don't give a fuck because I know
She's here to work
Work
She's got a job to do
Back and forth
And back and forth
And back and forth
And back and forth
Go to work like a hobby
Connect the dots on her body
And it ain't over yet
Work
Work
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give up, she's got it
She's got a job
Her job
She's got a job to do
And I guess I never learn
All this time and all this effort
You'd think I like getting burned
But the story on the pages
Yea they all remain unturned
But I still don't give a fuck because I know
She's here to work
Work
She's got a job to do
Credits
Writer(s): Arnold Pinkhasov
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