White Glove

Let's talk about love
Let's talk about this
Sex, money and drugs
Flick, flick of the wrist
Everything, white glove
Everything sand-quick
Got the Midas touch
Fuck you think this is?

Hey-yo
Where'd you come from, where'd you go?
If you're ready, let me know
Make you wish you stayed at home
Know you want me, say so
Take it off, make it feel light
Make you swallow all that pride
Take you up to higher heights

But tonight there's snow on the floor, honey, I can't see straight
Hands on the door, tryna break in, earthquake
Pour on the floor, make the whole house shake
Who needs friends anyway?

Let's talk about love
Let's talk about this
Sex, money and drugs
Flick, flick of the wrist
Everything, white glove (hey)
Everything sand-quick (hey)
Got the Midas touch (hey)
Fuck you think this is? (Hey, yeah)

It's a slippery slope and a heavy dose of heaven knows
She stayed at home so he took Maddie where they hang the coats
She's soprano, the way she hit that high C note (ah!)
But I guess that's how it goes

Snow on the floor, honey, I can't see straight
Hands on the door, tryna break in, earthquake
Pour on the floor, make the whole house shake
Who needs friends anyway?

Let's talk about love
Let's talk about this
Sex, money and drugs
Flick, flick of the wrist
Everything, white glove (hey)
Everything sand-quick (hey)
Got the Midas touch (hey)
Fuck you think this is? (Hey, yeah)

(White glove, white glove, white glove)
(White, it goes, it goes, it)
(White glove, white glove, white glove)
(White, it goes, it goes, it goes)
Ah! (White glove)

(White glove, white glove)
(White, it goes, it goes, it)
(White glove, white glove, white glove)
(It goes, it goes)



Credits
Writer(s): Dove Cameron, Riley Mcdonough, Connor Mcdonough, Ryan Patrick Daly
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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