Under Your Dolls

Oh yat-da-da-da-da

Viva Las Vegas!

Your grandma fucking loves me and
So does your sticky little cousin
Then again if I were to make the argument
I'm way pleasant so
Who the hell doesn't
Our calls were never hit or miss so
When I asked you to shell it out
Why didn't you cry shrimp
Why didn't you open your mouth
And try to shell it out
Why didn't you try shrimp
'Cause I swear I did

I fell asleep under your creepy dolls
I barefoot creaked down your crooked halls
I put on my Sunday best
I'm a perfect house guest
But not a great friend
I guess

Yat-da-da-da-da

I helped you fluff your curls
You didn't notice that
I hated water parks
I think they're cess-pools with rats
But the dippin'-dots were good
And you loved a free pool pass
At night like nothing
You'd haul your hips and ass
Male gaze
Can't affect your craft
So don't let it
But I have to ask

Was it not enough for me to
Dream about your creepy dolls
Was it not enough for me to
Barefoot creak down your splintered halls
I put on a silk white dress
I'm a perfect house guest
I'm a pretty decent friend
At best

And when I close my eyes
They taunt around inside my mind
Sometimes I see them in my dreams
Or I draw them when I'm high

Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them

Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them

Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them
Do you want to see them

Oh yat-da-da-da-da

I fell asleep under your creepy dolls and
I barefoot creaked down your crooked halls
I put on my Sunday best
I'm a perfect house guest
But not a great friend
I confess



Credits
Writer(s): Skylar Weiss
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