Frenchy, I'm Faking

Frenchy, I'm faking, been longing to stir you up
Changing looks slightly like back in the '90s
Far and away, well, we'll whistle delayed delights
The prospect of lightning was ever so frightening

She said your kisses are nice but I'm looking for hills to roll
Down with abandon and no understanding
I borrowed your suitcase and filled it with pearls and gold
You let me down lightly, I killed you politely



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Bird
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link