Foreplay
I call you, you text back
I said "Why don't you come over here?"
You have your excuses under the table, oh
A good guy, a heartbroken fella
Shy as his red hot Carrera
But he couldn't get his hands on the wheel, oh
All these games we played, all these things we said
Imitations don't work now for you
Small talk in the bed, some just left unsaid
I just don't know what we're heading to
I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?
I like more of a foreplay kind of guy
What kind of guy?
What kind of guy?
I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?
I like more of a foreplay kind of guy
What kind of guy?
What kind of guy?
We used to kick it, you were addictive
Thought this was ordinary love
Making excuses, late calls and kisses
But I won't give in to you
You are the type to keep score
Twenty, twenty four, more
You order some shitty pizza
Leaving to meet girls under bleachers
Boy, I don't wanna give into you
Expose my feelings for you
All these games we played, all these things we said
Imitations don't work now for you
Small talk in the bed, some just left unsaid
I just don't know what we're heading to
I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?
I like more of a foreplay kind of guy
What kind of guy?
What kind of guy?
I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?
I like more of a foreplay kind of guy
What kind of guy?
What kind of guy?
We used to kick it, you were addictive
Thought this was ordinary love
I said "Why don't you come over here?"
You have your excuses under the table, oh
A good guy, a heartbroken fella
Shy as his red hot Carrera
But he couldn't get his hands on the wheel, oh
All these games we played, all these things we said
Imitations don't work now for you
Small talk in the bed, some just left unsaid
I just don't know what we're heading to
I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?
I like more of a foreplay kind of guy
What kind of guy?
What kind of guy?
I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?
I like more of a foreplay kind of guy
What kind of guy?
What kind of guy?
We used to kick it, you were addictive
Thought this was ordinary love
Making excuses, late calls and kisses
But I won't give in to you
You are the type to keep score
Twenty, twenty four, more
You order some shitty pizza
Leaving to meet girls under bleachers
Boy, I don't wanna give into you
Expose my feelings for you
All these games we played, all these things we said
Imitations don't work now for you
Small talk in the bed, some just left unsaid
I just don't know what we're heading to
I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?
I like more of a foreplay kind of guy
What kind of guy?
What kind of guy?
I said, what kind of guy do you think you are?
I like more of a foreplay kind of guy
What kind of guy?
What kind of guy?
We used to kick it, you were addictive
Thought this was ordinary love
Credits
Writer(s): Elif özüçağlıyan
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