Dirty Blonde
Head on, his chest
No time, to rest cause
It's your time to play your part
Don't second guess
Leaving your mess love
It's his opera and you're the star
He looks so stiff
When he holds your hips
Can't find the spot
That makes you shake
Like me before
You dropped the act
Won't break your heart
Won't break your back
Oh no, i'm so
Shaky as is
Oh no, i'm so
Fucked up
Fuck this
Room stay spinning
Even when I sleep
Can I crash at your place?
Wake up, get down
Just run, and catch her
Before the rapture
You're hanging on to hoodie strings
Get lost
In the meaningless
Physicality
You're one to try and sing
He looks so stiff
When he holds your hips
Can't find the spot
That makes you shake
Like me before
You dropped the act
Won't break your heart
Won't break your back
Oh no, i'm so
Shaky as is
Oh no, i'm so
Fucked up
Fuck this
Room stay spinning
Even when I sleep
Can I crash at your place?
Wake up, get down
Listen to your voice and I feel alright
I listen to The Cure and I feel alright
And then I wonder why
I just cry all night
You made me hate the things that I
Like
Redacted
No time, to rest cause
It's your time to play your part
Don't second guess
Leaving your mess love
It's his opera and you're the star
He looks so stiff
When he holds your hips
Can't find the spot
That makes you shake
Like me before
You dropped the act
Won't break your heart
Won't break your back
Oh no, i'm so
Shaky as is
Oh no, i'm so
Fucked up
Fuck this
Room stay spinning
Even when I sleep
Can I crash at your place?
Wake up, get down
Just run, and catch her
Before the rapture
You're hanging on to hoodie strings
Get lost
In the meaningless
Physicality
You're one to try and sing
He looks so stiff
When he holds your hips
Can't find the spot
That makes you shake
Like me before
You dropped the act
Won't break your heart
Won't break your back
Oh no, i'm so
Shaky as is
Oh no, i'm so
Fucked up
Fuck this
Room stay spinning
Even when I sleep
Can I crash at your place?
Wake up, get down
Listen to your voice and I feel alright
I listen to The Cure and I feel alright
And then I wonder why
I just cry all night
You made me hate the things that I
Like
Redacted
Credits
Writer(s): Zak Sajjad
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