Guess featuring Billie Eilish

Hey, Billie, you there?
Uh-uh

You wanna guess the colour of my underwear?
You wanna know what I got going on down there?
Is it pretty in pink or all see-through?
Is it showing off my brand-new lower-back tattoo?

You wanna put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south?
You wanna turn this shit out? That's what I'm talking about
Pu-pu-put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south
You wanna turn this shit out? That's what I'm talking about (yeah)

Try it, bite it, lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Wear 'em, post 'em, might remix it
Send 'em to The Dare, yeah, I think he's with it
Try it, bite it, lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Wear 'em, post 'em, might remix it
Eat it up for lunch, yeah, it's so delicious
Work it out

Don't have to guess the colour of your underwear
Already know what you got going on down there
It's the lacy black pair with the little bows
The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo
I saw them when you sat down, they were peeking out
I'm gonna tell you right now, they're all I'm thinking about

I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it
Pull it to the side and get all up in it
Kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?
Charli likes boys, but she knows I'd hit it
(Knows I'd hit it)
Charli, call me if you're with it

Yeah
Yeah, guess (guess), guess (guess), guess (guess, guess)
Guess, guess (guess), guess (guess), guess (guess, guess, guess)
Guess (guess), guess (guess), guess (guess, guess)
Guess, guess (guess), guess (guess), guess (guess, guess, guess)

You wanna guess what me and Billie have been texting about? (We've been disrespectful)
You're tryna guess the password to my Google Drive? (Are you obsessed with me?)
You wanna guess the address of the party we're at? (You know you're not invited)
You want to guess if we're serious about this song?



Credits
Writer(s): Charlotte Emma Aitchison, Finneas Baird O'connell, Billie Eilish O'connell, Dylan Brady, Harrison Patrick Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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