Crybaby

He does vanilla lines
Every Thursday night
Lust weighing down his eyes
Cheekbones that wanna fight
He walks with misty strides
Every step makes you weak
Flawless all of his sighs
Dresses vintage and chic

I'm hanging from his collarbones
Skinny jeans and a leather soul
He says I'm a pretty little square
And he looks so mean but he's so fair

He's such a
Crybaby
But he's my baby
Such a crybaby
But you're my baby so
Crybaby don't you cry baby

He's guilty not guilty
Modelling for Gucci
Talks with lines filthy
Lips dripping silk and moody
He does the moves to J. Misty
Convos to Honeybear
Skin florid and pretty
Esoteric thoughts so rare

I'm hanging from his collarbones
Skinny jeans and a leather soul
He says I'm a pretty little square
And he looks so mean but he's so fair

He's such a
Crybaby
But he's my baby
Such a crybaby
But you're my baby so
Crybaby don't you cry baby

Crybaby flash those whites
Come hither gleam and blush
Crybaby share your vice
Powder room, milky rush

He's such a
Crybaby
But he's my baby
Such a crybaby
But you're my baby so
Crybaby don't you cry baby



Credits
Writer(s): Ezme Hefter
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