Blood in My Alcohol

Put on my shirt
And I'm going to work
But I got a subtle smirk
For all the
(Blood in my alcohol)

Feeling so weak
That I can barely speak
Because of your little freak
She's got her
(Blood in my alcohol)

She's removing my shirt
And she's going to work
I got an obvious smirk
For all the
(Blood in my alcohol)

There's no reasoning
To make this thing a routine
I got so much more to bring
Than just the
(Fuck!)

Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
Lend me your disguise
So I can be a surprise

Come reprise
All the joy in my eyes
With your intolerant vice
And yeah you make me feel nice

You like getting fucked up
Do it for a little rush
Don't you know you're fucked up

You
You like getting messed up
Won't you take the rest off
Don't you know you mucked up

Don't you know you're fucked up

I can't understand
I put my blood in your hands
Until my body demands
That I no longer can

Don't mess with my wealth
And all of my mental health
Take the toys off you're shelf
Go back to fucking yourself
(Bitch)

(Yeah)
(Yeah)

You
You like getting messed up
Won't you take the rest off
Don't you know you're mucked up
Don't you know you fucked up

You know I'll do it again

Don't you know I'll do it again
(You know I'll do it)
(You know I'll do it)
Don't you know I'll do it again

(Ooh)
You're my blood
You're my alcohol
My Everything

You're my blood
You're my alcohol
My Everything

You're my blood
You're my alcohol
My Yeah

Put on my shirt
And I'm going to work
But I got a subtle smirk
For all the
Blood in my alcohol



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Diffey
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