Clocks

Clock says it's getting late
She's been here since Saturday
She don't wanna walk away
I don't know what to do
She probably someone that cares About how I'm coping
In this lonely forest of mine
Clock says it's getting late
But still on bed she's lying
Don't really have to say it
But I do want her to stay
She's probably someone that cares
About how I'm coping
In this lonely forest of mine mine mine

Let go let go
She don't wanna let go
I just need to feel your strength on me
She said to me
Pink panties
Good sight
Smooth thighs
Should I eat you out, like fried rice
It's getting wetter than outside
Who's exploiting the weather
Lady tropicana
Got skin like Rihanna
Just stand on your toes
Like a dancing ballerina
Do not let your man go
Guess I wouldn't do you better
Still campaigning for the cheddar
Mamma's getting older
Never had a daughter
So who's gonna look after her

See why I got no time



Credits
Writer(s): Nosa Idemudia
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