Wet
All alone in my bedroom
With the lights turned down and my roommate gone
I know it's over, still, I cling on
'Cause I'm my own right-hand girl
And I don't need anyone
But sometimes, I miss your stupid face
And your taste, and your smokin' gun
It's so depressin' how the tear ducts in my eyes
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh-oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
'Til I run dry
It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy
Where I'm all alone, and I feel the cold, dark earth caressin' me
'Cause I'm six feet under nearly and I don't have anyone
But this wouldn't be the first or last time that
Both my tears and I have come
It's so depressin' how the tear ducts in my eyes
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh-oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
'Til I run dry
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic
From not lettin' go
And lettin' go could be orgasmic
But I guess I wouldn't know, ooh
It's so depressin' how the tear ducts in my eyes
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
'Til I run dry
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
With the lights turned down and my roommate gone
I know it's over, still, I cling on
'Cause I'm my own right-hand girl
And I don't need anyone
But sometimes, I miss your stupid face
And your taste, and your smokin' gun
It's so depressin' how the tear ducts in my eyes
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh-oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
'Til I run dry
It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy
Where I'm all alone, and I feel the cold, dark earth caressin' me
'Cause I'm six feet under nearly and I don't have anyone
But this wouldn't be the first or last time that
Both my tears and I have come
It's so depressin' how the tear ducts in my eyes
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh-oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
'Til I run dry
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic
From not lettin' go
And lettin' go could be orgasmic
But I guess I wouldn't know, ooh
It's so depressin' how the tear ducts in my eyes
They're so much wetter than the space between my thighs
Oh-oh, I can't help if thinkin' about it only makes me cry
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet
'Til I run dry
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
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Writer(s): Dre Dreda
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