Butterscotch
Butterscotch bliss got me dreamin' of our bed, girl
Thinkin' of the picture runnin' all around my head, girl
Last night you got me thinkin' that the devil's in control, girl
I may be smokin' on herb,
But I'm feelin' like your body's made of gold, girl.
Sing it to me now
Love, sex, what comes next?
I may be better being on my own
But your body's right in front of me, screaming for more
Love, sex, what comes next?
I may be better being on my own
But your body's got me cravin' you all night long
Sugar sweet lips got me feelin' too good girl
Cotton candy hips, you've been messin' up my world.
I wouldn't stop it if I could, but I think that I should, girl
I've been addicted to the feeling that you give me
But I've never been in love, girl
Butterscotch bliss got me dreamin' of our bed, girl
Thinkin' of the picture runnin' all around my head, girl
Last night you got me thinkin' that the devil's in control, girl
I may be smokin' on herb
But I'm feelin' like your body's made of gold, girl
Sing it to me now
Love, sex, what comes next?
I may be better being on my own.
But your body's right in front of me, screaming for more.
Love, sex, what comes next?
I may be better being on my own.
But your body's got me cravin' you all night long
Thinkin' of the picture runnin' all around my head, girl
Last night you got me thinkin' that the devil's in control, girl
I may be smokin' on herb,
But I'm feelin' like your body's made of gold, girl.
Sing it to me now
Love, sex, what comes next?
I may be better being on my own
But your body's right in front of me, screaming for more
Love, sex, what comes next?
I may be better being on my own
But your body's got me cravin' you all night long
Sugar sweet lips got me feelin' too good girl
Cotton candy hips, you've been messin' up my world.
I wouldn't stop it if I could, but I think that I should, girl
I've been addicted to the feeling that you give me
But I've never been in love, girl
Butterscotch bliss got me dreamin' of our bed, girl
Thinkin' of the picture runnin' all around my head, girl
Last night you got me thinkin' that the devil's in control, girl
I may be smokin' on herb
But I'm feelin' like your body's made of gold, girl
Sing it to me now
Love, sex, what comes next?
I may be better being on my own.
But your body's right in front of me, screaming for more.
Love, sex, what comes next?
I may be better being on my own.
But your body's got me cravin' you all night long
Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Fine, Chin Preston, Estevan Falcone
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