Simple.

Ya body is bangin' baby I love the way you flaunt it
Time to give it to momma baby, now how do you want it
Just love me in a simple kind of way
Forehead kisses in the middle of the day

Your body is bangin' baby I love the way you flaunt it
Time to give it to momma baby, now how do you want it
Pinky promise that we never gonna break
Kids forever in a simple kind of way

See I'm a simple woman
Who likes simple things
So those kisses on the nose are so lingering
The cranberry sings, essence of Hennessy
I'm no longer sober, when it's over
I don't want your sympathy
Just love me
Tell me that you need me
Tell me you're a dreamer, and you still believe in love
Cause pinkies seem
To still mean
Something where I'm from and
No more broken promise, I promise
You call me childish I'm honest
With innocent intentions
I held the hands of demons convincing that they were blessings
I never needed saving, but in this moment can you give me life
Or just something to believe in
Cause real realize pretty lies are so deceiving
And misconception has best intentions
It's so misleading
And so before we cross the line,
Before you start to blame the wine,
Do you accept this level of passion
I'm old fashioned

Ya body is bangin' baby I love the way you flaunt it
Time to give it to momma baby, now how do you want it
Just love me in a simple kind of way
Forehead kisses in the middle of the day

Your body is bangin' baby I love the way you flaunt it
Time to give it to momma baby, now how do you want it
Pinky promise that we never gonna break
Kids forever in a simple kind of way

Please be gentle and promise to never let me drown
You can trust me I'm honest we're bare in judgment now
There's no where else to hide
Temptations not the enemy
I, now crave your energy
Fingertips of where our close should be
Tell me
Is it really okay to fall?
Cause the wicked games that people play
Will have you risk it all
But I really like my odds
And I'm no good at this gambling
Poker face projecting
Folding if you let me

How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Growing up, I ain't never need cash man, that's a real fact, love me for real

How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Growing up, I ain't never need cash man, that's a real fact, love me for real



Credits
Writer(s): Shea Sullivan
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