What Are You Wearing?
What are you wearing, baby?
What do ya got on tonight?
What are ya doin to yourself
Turn it on, turn off the lights
She's up early morning running concrete through her hair
With no humility and smut covers up vanity
She's up early morning spreading concrete on her face
So graceful as you do, I hope I'll be enough for you
Make no sound you devil
Leavin' out the back window
No motherfuckers know
And I don't claw my foes' throats
To sit on cold and thorny thrones
No motherfuckers know
And I felt you all around me and I couldn't hear a sound
I'm slurring all my sentences and botching all my entrances
She's up late at night and if she don't call she don't sleep right
I'll be there on the other end, I might come or flake it all depends
Make no sound you devil
Leavin' out the back window
No motherfuckers know
And I don't claw my foes' throats
To sit on cold and thorny thrones
No motherfuckers know
What should I expect after midnight when you text?
And there you were, on my couch like nothing ever changed
I guess I've always let nostalgia get the best, you know?
She whispered, "this is crazy". I thought, "is it really though?"
Make no sound you devil
Leavin' out the back window
No motherfuckers know
And I don't claw my foes' throats
To sit on cold and thorny thrones
No motherfuckers know
What you're wearing, baby
What you're wearing
What you're wearing, baby
What you're wearing
What are you wearing, baby?
What do ya got on tonight?
What do ya got on tonight?
What are ya doin to yourself
Turn it on, turn off the lights
She's up early morning running concrete through her hair
With no humility and smut covers up vanity
She's up early morning spreading concrete on her face
So graceful as you do, I hope I'll be enough for you
Make no sound you devil
Leavin' out the back window
No motherfuckers know
And I don't claw my foes' throats
To sit on cold and thorny thrones
No motherfuckers know
And I felt you all around me and I couldn't hear a sound
I'm slurring all my sentences and botching all my entrances
She's up late at night and if she don't call she don't sleep right
I'll be there on the other end, I might come or flake it all depends
Make no sound you devil
Leavin' out the back window
No motherfuckers know
And I don't claw my foes' throats
To sit on cold and thorny thrones
No motherfuckers know
What should I expect after midnight when you text?
And there you were, on my couch like nothing ever changed
I guess I've always let nostalgia get the best, you know?
She whispered, "this is crazy". I thought, "is it really though?"
Make no sound you devil
Leavin' out the back window
No motherfuckers know
And I don't claw my foes' throats
To sit on cold and thorny thrones
No motherfuckers know
What you're wearing, baby
What you're wearing
What you're wearing, baby
What you're wearing
What are you wearing, baby?
What do ya got on tonight?
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Writer(s): The Daily Crime
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