Sparky
Tell me I'm your secret
It does something outrageous
This is a real fucking disaster
I want to watch you squirm with ease
Run your fingers through my hair
Through my hair
Get your words out my head
Out of my head
You know that being your secret really turns me on
I know you like the occasions where you can call me Sparky
Because Sparky knows how to spark you up and keep you exactly where she knows you best
It's safer to keep you there, I'm guessing
No, I don't want you to leave
The leather is still sticky from that Prosecco you poured on me when you thought it was sexy
I can barely stand to look at you, but you still come back
What's your fucking secret?
Run your fingers through my hair
Through my hair
Get your words out my head
Out of my head
I'd like to think you feel like you're in a presence
Of an angel when you lay eyes on me
Remember the days when I went down south to see you?
2 hours to get there and 336 to leave you
Do you like me talking to you like this?
Do you like me taking to you like this?
Because
I know you love it when I come 'round
Run your fingers through my hair
Through my hair
Get your words out my head
Out of my head
I'm floating statically now, it feels so good
Xerox machine of joy spitting out, keep spitting
This rebel plays up to me
The path of least resistance will take you far
I can hear the sound of a steady beat
The sound of the march, march, march
And the sound of "I hate you" begun
Now I can't say "I love you"
I can't say anything at all
I just wanna touch you up and pull you down to me
And know that I'm the Goddess of Fuck
It does something outrageous
This is a real fucking disaster
I want to watch you squirm with ease
Run your fingers through my hair
Through my hair
Get your words out my head
Out of my head
You know that being your secret really turns me on
I know you like the occasions where you can call me Sparky
Because Sparky knows how to spark you up and keep you exactly where she knows you best
It's safer to keep you there, I'm guessing
No, I don't want you to leave
The leather is still sticky from that Prosecco you poured on me when you thought it was sexy
I can barely stand to look at you, but you still come back
What's your fucking secret?
Run your fingers through my hair
Through my hair
Get your words out my head
Out of my head
I'd like to think you feel like you're in a presence
Of an angel when you lay eyes on me
Remember the days when I went down south to see you?
2 hours to get there and 336 to leave you
Do you like me talking to you like this?
Do you like me taking to you like this?
Because
I know you love it when I come 'round
Run your fingers through my hair
Through my hair
Get your words out my head
Out of my head
I'm floating statically now, it feels so good
Xerox machine of joy spitting out, keep spitting
This rebel plays up to me
The path of least resistance will take you far
I can hear the sound of a steady beat
The sound of the march, march, march
And the sound of "I hate you" begun
Now I can't say "I love you"
I can't say anything at all
I just wanna touch you up and pull you down to me
And know that I'm the Goddess of Fuck
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Writer(s): Nuha Ruby Razik
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