Wintermint
Your place, your place, your place
I don't even smoke
But you got me splitting cigarettes
Somewhere out on Sunset
Shortening my lifetime
Tell me why it feels like it's longer by your side then
I'm too drunk to be discussing
Love at first sight, ask me next time
Every story's perfect ending starts with a line
Just a little taste
and ooh you got me fiending
Rushing through my veins
I'm higher than the ceiling
Chewing on your lip
Like it's Wintermint gum
Take another hit
From the tip of your tongue
Just a little taste
And I'll say can we take it back to my place
Or your place, your place, your place
Your place, your place, your place
I don't always roll but I feel like I'm molly
When I'm rolling on your body
Keep me on my toes up until you make them curl
And you say baby don't stop it
But you see my teeth all chattering
Grab your bag and then you're asking me
If I want an Orbit Wintermint, and then I flip the record over, brown sugar
Just a little taste
and ooh you got me fiending
Rushing through my veins
I'm higher than the ceiling
Chewing on your lip
Like it's Wintermint gum
Take another hit
From the tip of your tongue
Just a little taste
And I'll say can we take it back to my place
Or your place, your place, your place
Your place, your place, your place
I don't even smoke
But you got me splitting cigarettes
Somewhere out on Sunset
Shortening my lifetime
Tell me why it feels like it's longer by your side then
I'm too drunk to be discussing
Love at first sight, ask me next time
Every story's perfect ending starts with a line
Just a little taste
and ooh you got me fiending
Rushing through my veins
I'm higher than the ceiling
Chewing on your lip
Like it's Wintermint gum
Take another hit
From the tip of your tongue
Just a little taste
And I'll say can we take it back to my place
Or your place, your place, your place
Your place, your place, your place
I don't always roll but I feel like I'm molly
When I'm rolling on your body
Keep me on my toes up until you make them curl
And you say baby don't stop it
But you see my teeth all chattering
Grab your bag and then you're asking me
If I want an Orbit Wintermint, and then I flip the record over, brown sugar
Just a little taste
and ooh you got me fiending
Rushing through my veins
I'm higher than the ceiling
Chewing on your lip
Like it's Wintermint gum
Take another hit
From the tip of your tongue
Just a little taste
And I'll say can we take it back to my place
Or your place, your place, your place
Your place, your place, your place
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Writer(s): Wes Leslie
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