This Body
Don't size me up
Just say my name
I wanna hear it fall down your chin
Dribble like paint
Say it right
Don't care what you think
Don't call me Barbie
Does it look like I own a fucking thing in pink?
I hear the howl
Of the wolves, they scream
They wait by the corner
Scare me by saying I'm sexy
I'll never kiss you
'Cause I walk alone
I got my tough, tough power
And I call this body my home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
And every woman grows up
With the posters on your wall
In the shadow of your worship
Of the shadow of a model
And it's an aching hold
On the side of the hip
But it don't let go
Even when there's nothing left to grip
I hear the howl
Of the wolves, they scream
They wait by the corner
Scare me by saying I'm sexy
I'll never kiss you
'Cause I walk alone
I got my tough, tough power
And I call this body my home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
You say I'm a wonderland, a miracle
And my words turn your blue eyes red
A wonderland, a miracle
Tell me lies right to the face
No kinda woman will play these games
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
Just say my name
I wanna hear it fall down your chin
Dribble like paint
Say it right
Don't care what you think
Don't call me Barbie
Does it look like I own a fucking thing in pink?
I hear the howl
Of the wolves, they scream
They wait by the corner
Scare me by saying I'm sexy
I'll never kiss you
'Cause I walk alone
I got my tough, tough power
And I call this body my home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
And every woman grows up
With the posters on your wall
In the shadow of your worship
Of the shadow of a model
And it's an aching hold
On the side of the hip
But it don't let go
Even when there's nothing left to grip
I hear the howl
Of the wolves, they scream
They wait by the corner
Scare me by saying I'm sexy
I'll never kiss you
'Cause I walk alone
I got my tough, tough power
And I call this body my home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
You say I'm a wonderland, a miracle
And my words turn your blue eyes red
A wonderland, a miracle
Tell me lies right to the face
No kinda woman will play these games
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
This body, this body
This body, this body
This body, this body
My home, my home
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Davies, Corey Sanders, Jon Maguire
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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