Wishful Thinking

It's 3 in the morning, walking in high heels
Walking to the gay bar
I'm sippin' cocktails, getting all fucked up
Waiting for the right one
I'm in my Louis dress, wantin' to get undressed
By the right man
I'm wantin' sex, wantin' it rough
Wantin' it from the right guy

And that look in your eyes
Tell me I should run from my demise
'Cause I've seen those devilish eyes before
And I ain't that stupid, darling

It's wishful thinking, that I'd ever sleep with you
Wishful thinking, that I'd ever get a drink with you
Wishful thinking, that while I ain't looking
You won't spike my cocktail?
Yeah, it's wishful thinking, that you chose me over other girls
Wishful thinking, that you won't fuck me over
'Cause I truly ain't that stupid darling

I'm so surprised, didn't think I'd find
Your stupid ass right here
So where's your man, is he at home?
You cheating on him now too?
'Cause you left me blue
Now you're gonna leave him blue too?
We may have dated a year
That don't mean I want to fuck you now, don't it?

It's wishful thinking, that I'd ever sleep with you
Wishful thinking, that I'd ever get a drink with you
Wishful thinking, that while I ain't looking
You won't spike my cocktail?
Yeah, it's wishful thinking, that you chose me over other girls
Wishful thinking, that you won't fuck me over
'Cause I truly ain't that stupid darling

What if he finds out?
I'm gonna tell your man!
That you're trying to hook up with your ex at the gay bar!
You better run babe, before I get his number!

I ain't stupid darling
I didn't come here for you
But now I'm leaving blue



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Writer(s): Winter Peacock
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