Don't Wear Gloves
Wet your lips before you bite down, could you make it hurt me less?
Be patient with me, baby, lately I ain't at my best
I prolly shouldn't say all this out loud, but then I might
Put some color in your cheeks and maybe keep you up all night
Death cats don't play well with butterflies
And my heart don't play well with love
Come kill me and make plans for otherwise
Just use your bare hands, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear...
If you blink, I'll count the moments 'til I see your eyes again
I know that it gets messy, girl, I cut my teeth on sin
Keep it in the DMs, let's not let it move to text
But sometimes when you look at me, my mouth tastes like sex
Death cats don't play well with butterflies
And my heart don't play well with love
Come kill me and make plans for otherwise
Just use your bare hands, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear...
I don't wanna be the villain, I don't wanna do no wrong
So come and cut my heart out and go spend it on a song
I'll bleed out your favorite flavors, tell your friends I tried my best
Kiss me with a thimble, practice sewing up my chest
Be patient with me, baby, lately I ain't at my best
I prolly shouldn't say all this out loud, but then I might
Put some color in your cheeks and maybe keep you up all night
Death cats don't play well with butterflies
And my heart don't play well with love
Come kill me and make plans for otherwise
Just use your bare hands, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear...
If you blink, I'll count the moments 'til I see your eyes again
I know that it gets messy, girl, I cut my teeth on sin
Keep it in the DMs, let's not let it move to text
But sometimes when you look at me, my mouth tastes like sex
Death cats don't play well with butterflies
And my heart don't play well with love
Come kill me and make plans for otherwise
Just use your bare hands, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear gloves
Don't, don't wear...
I don't wanna be the villain, I don't wanna do no wrong
So come and cut my heart out and go spend it on a song
I'll bleed out your favorite flavors, tell your friends I tried my best
Kiss me with a thimble, practice sewing up my chest
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Carney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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