Aphrodaddy

(Hi, this is Tresemme, what's your name?)
(Wow)
(You're 400 pounds? That's a whole lot of man)

You and I
Cross my mind
We in entwine
Flying blind
Don't you know you don't have to call me daddy?

Lost my mind
We should find
Another kind
To ease my fright
I don't need to be hooked on your stimulation

No need to be fiesty now
You damn near strangulated my psyche
I don't believe you're Aphrodaddy

And everybody needs it
And everybody feeds it
You pull me in with that crave
Because it's an all-you-can-eat buffet

I need to be a
Me pleaser
Self-conciever
Daddy beefer
You got me in a
Dandy fever

I need to be a
Me pleaser
Self-conciever
Daddy beefer
You got me in a
Dandy fever

Burnt out cigarettes
Single silhouettes
Break out in the sweats
For the copulation
Of extraordinary ideations

And I should let you know
I'm not on a quest
For the quickest wet
West of the Mississippi
But you're just here for the bangers
No, no, no

I need to be a
(I need to be a]
Me pleaser
(Me pleaser)
Self-conciever
Daddy beefer
You got me in a
Dandy fever

I need to be a
(I need to be a)
Me pleaser
(Me pleaser)
Self-conciever
Daddy beefer
You got me in a
Dandy fever

(That's just weird)
(I mean, who likes stuff like that?)



Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Nguyen
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