Like You
Sure as hell, I could tell you've got that style
Since the day that I met ya
I mostly don't let 'em notice that I'm wild
But baby girl Imma let ya
Got the front unbuttoned and you're cutting quite a figure
With the fingers on your hips and your lips on the trigger
Honest, admonish knowing no one else can make me smile
Like you
Sweet the missus, tart as citrus, cool and she lemonade
Bring me to boilin', a hundred degrees centigrade
Bud I don't set ablaze, cut to a better phase
And I thought I told ya, she got a hold on me, Etta James
Fit for a throne, my sword in your stone like Excalibur
Cherish you dearly from day to day yearly calendar
Indefatigably bad but I can't be mad at her
Lookin' leaner than lucifer', smellin' sweeter than lavender
You've got the mind of woman willing to kill for a kneel,
And once you wield it you'll toss it back for the thrill and I
Feel it's folly to follow your pot of gold o'er the hills
But I'm red-faced, yellow-bellied, blue-balled and green at the gills for it
You're poison to the boys and with that smile
It's so easy to swallow
No choice, you lead me mile after mile
And darling I will follow
From the top-shelf shimmer to the bottom of the bottle
Feel you linger on my lips from the grave to the grotto
Deem I'm a demon, tryna win myself a sin-o-phile
Like you
Slippery, you look beautiful dripping through my hands
Infinite in your feignities ranging grains of sand
Tripping me without ever going to foreign lands
Dipping into mischievous party favors and contraband
The girl is bad for your blood but boy does she get it goin'
A wizard of winter copin', blizzard hopin' we both get snowed in
Whistle-blowing like Snowden, missile launch and she loaded
Bright as the break of day but can't escape the shade that she's throwin'
Jiggle like she gelatin, I bone like a skeleton
And then she kiss me and I'm back under her spell again
And that's a testament, the rest the world's irrelevant
And I know that to hell you've been but still to me you're heaven-sent
Listen, and when she whistles, watch your mind
Or you're certain to lose it
Kissing, a thorn, a thistle in your spine
And cutie, you know who's it
Cruisin' to my doom and you'll be bathin' in my sorrow
Foolishly I'm musing like I'll make it to tomorrow
Whisper, risk it, keep it on the frisk that I
Like you
A silver tongue that could tie a knot in a cherry tree
She make me beg for it then give it up like it's charity
Always sin with sincerity, sultry and when she stare at me
Rarely am I capable of keeping clear of her clarity
Sting like a honey bee and as sweet as that honey be
Punish me, punny and growing rich like a money tree
Share when you're sunny and steal my heart like a cunning thief
Rabbit's habits you fuck me I'm lucky like bunny feet
I get a sense of ascent and nascent and the scent of a lily flower
Consent when she sets to sentence me with her really powerful
Shit... whatever it is
It's got me hot and it's rotten not to get down to the shit with this kid
Sure as hell, I could tell you've got that style
Since the day that I met ya
I mostly don't let 'em notice that I'm wild
But baby girl Imma let ya
Got the front unbuttoned and you're cutting quite a figure
With the fingers on your hips and your lips on the trigger
Honest, admonish knowing no one else can make me smile
Like you
Since the day that I met ya
I mostly don't let 'em notice that I'm wild
But baby girl Imma let ya
Got the front unbuttoned and you're cutting quite a figure
With the fingers on your hips and your lips on the trigger
Honest, admonish knowing no one else can make me smile
Like you
Sweet the missus, tart as citrus, cool and she lemonade
Bring me to boilin', a hundred degrees centigrade
Bud I don't set ablaze, cut to a better phase
And I thought I told ya, she got a hold on me, Etta James
Fit for a throne, my sword in your stone like Excalibur
Cherish you dearly from day to day yearly calendar
Indefatigably bad but I can't be mad at her
Lookin' leaner than lucifer', smellin' sweeter than lavender
You've got the mind of woman willing to kill for a kneel,
And once you wield it you'll toss it back for the thrill and I
Feel it's folly to follow your pot of gold o'er the hills
But I'm red-faced, yellow-bellied, blue-balled and green at the gills for it
You're poison to the boys and with that smile
It's so easy to swallow
No choice, you lead me mile after mile
And darling I will follow
From the top-shelf shimmer to the bottom of the bottle
Feel you linger on my lips from the grave to the grotto
Deem I'm a demon, tryna win myself a sin-o-phile
Like you
Slippery, you look beautiful dripping through my hands
Infinite in your feignities ranging grains of sand
Tripping me without ever going to foreign lands
Dipping into mischievous party favors and contraband
The girl is bad for your blood but boy does she get it goin'
A wizard of winter copin', blizzard hopin' we both get snowed in
Whistle-blowing like Snowden, missile launch and she loaded
Bright as the break of day but can't escape the shade that she's throwin'
Jiggle like she gelatin, I bone like a skeleton
And then she kiss me and I'm back under her spell again
And that's a testament, the rest the world's irrelevant
And I know that to hell you've been but still to me you're heaven-sent
Listen, and when she whistles, watch your mind
Or you're certain to lose it
Kissing, a thorn, a thistle in your spine
And cutie, you know who's it
Cruisin' to my doom and you'll be bathin' in my sorrow
Foolishly I'm musing like I'll make it to tomorrow
Whisper, risk it, keep it on the frisk that I
Like you
A silver tongue that could tie a knot in a cherry tree
She make me beg for it then give it up like it's charity
Always sin with sincerity, sultry and when she stare at me
Rarely am I capable of keeping clear of her clarity
Sting like a honey bee and as sweet as that honey be
Punish me, punny and growing rich like a money tree
Share when you're sunny and steal my heart like a cunning thief
Rabbit's habits you fuck me I'm lucky like bunny feet
I get a sense of ascent and nascent and the scent of a lily flower
Consent when she sets to sentence me with her really powerful
Shit... whatever it is
It's got me hot and it's rotten not to get down to the shit with this kid
Sure as hell, I could tell you've got that style
Since the day that I met ya
I mostly don't let 'em notice that I'm wild
But baby girl Imma let ya
Got the front unbuttoned and you're cutting quite a figure
With the fingers on your hips and your lips on the trigger
Honest, admonish knowing no one else can make me smile
Like you
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Writer(s): Mitch Gundrum
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