Bad Idea

Hips like a revolving door, learn your lesson, ask for more
Saving all my time for sand, tell me does your offer still stand

Feels so good to let it in, then I breathe you in again
Pretend to be my woman, baby, I'll pretend to be your man

Foaming at the mouth
We'll do anything but spit it out
This is a bad idea

The horse is dead, you won't leave it lie
And keep whipping 'til you're satisfied
When he asks you where you've been
You know what's coming and still you lean in

Spilling from your mouth
We'll do anything but spit it out
This is a bad idea



Credits
Writer(s): Liz Fagan
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