Cellar Door
He flew first class this morning
To a beach in San Fran
In his private cabana
With his feet in the sand
She says he smells nice
But he's wearing his own cologne brand
She leans closer and closer
Tries to hold his hand
But he's too busy thinking 'bout
What he'll wear to Cannes
She asks to come to, he says
"You're far too pretty for France"
But you know
It's all a lie
When he says
"You're mine"
Do you think of me
With his hands around your neck now
And when you're in his sheets
Does he worry that I'll find out
But you can't get free
'Cause he knows you inside and out
He told her that her lips
Were the first that he kissed
But they're the third pair this week
He just adds to the list
In memories she'd like to imagine that
He'd always missed
Supposed high school sweethearts
It's been seven years
Since he said "I love you"
And was making it clear
Do the trips block commitment
Or is that an excuse out of fear
'Cause you know
It's all a lie
When he says
"You're mine"
Do you think of me
With his hands around your neck now
And when you're in his sheets
Does he worry that I'll find out
But you can't get free
'Cause he knows you inside and out
Interlocking lips
And he's grabbing her hips
Her skin white with his grip
And through all of this shit he can't see
She's scrambling and squirming
Head temperature's warming
With smile performing
Like siren's song warning at sea
To a beach in San Fran
In his private cabana
With his feet in the sand
She says he smells nice
But he's wearing his own cologne brand
She leans closer and closer
Tries to hold his hand
But he's too busy thinking 'bout
What he'll wear to Cannes
She asks to come to, he says
"You're far too pretty for France"
But you know
It's all a lie
When he says
"You're mine"
Do you think of me
With his hands around your neck now
And when you're in his sheets
Does he worry that I'll find out
But you can't get free
'Cause he knows you inside and out
He told her that her lips
Were the first that he kissed
But they're the third pair this week
He just adds to the list
In memories she'd like to imagine that
He'd always missed
Supposed high school sweethearts
It's been seven years
Since he said "I love you"
And was making it clear
Do the trips block commitment
Or is that an excuse out of fear
'Cause you know
It's all a lie
When he says
"You're mine"
Do you think of me
With his hands around your neck now
And when you're in his sheets
Does he worry that I'll find out
But you can't get free
'Cause he knows you inside and out
Interlocking lips
And he's grabbing her hips
Her skin white with his grip
And through all of this shit he can't see
She's scrambling and squirming
Head temperature's warming
With smile performing
Like siren's song warning at sea
Credits
Writer(s): Avery Gordon
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