Neoprene Byzantine
Oh, is that the kind of vacuous dish you really wanna trifle with? Well...
I got someone that'll really do it for you
Pretty little thing, only seventeen
And she just, she just wants to be desired
So go claim your prize, honey, but when you're done
There's just one tiny thing you should keep in mind
(Ain't you down?) Satan's cloud
Looming over your head when you dipped
Into her brine
Please strut on, yeah, into my future
Yeah, you know the one track on my mind
Runs from her lips to her thighs
Oh what a libertine lady
Ooh, Little Miss Constantinople
Modified and totally fine, imperial legendary lover
Oh, ornamental for sure
Yeah, I bet that she got more heavy feminine artillery under covers
Now, you see, the thing is most women...
If they're smoking well she's a fire
And this saucy inferno here
Who's got her hands full with an arms race at the moment
Is a bona fide Byzantine empress dressed up like a tacky futurephiliac
Ooh that tacky ornamental upgrade to romance
Next level woman, paid for in gold
Please strut on into my future
Yeah, you know the one track on my mind
Runs from her lips to her thighs
What a libertine lady
Wanna make her my Byzantine baby
Head to toe in neoprene
I'm swimming in shark fin scenarios
And they only go when I'm diving down
Into her brine
With that atomic attraction and a weapons-grade touch
I bet she traveled through time just so she can get her fuck on
Neon ring on her finger, silver bells on her toes
Sounds like a megaton chime, when she walks by it goes
Ring-a-ling-a-ding-dong, there you go
Anthem to a sexual freak out
She said: "Hey boy, I'm the kinda girl you only find in your dreams
And it only took four surgeries to get this neoprene!
It's a feel like no other, salacious rubber in any color you want it to be"
Please strut on, uh, into my future
(I'm begging you now)
Yeah, you know the one track on my mind
Runs from her lips to her thighs
What a libertine lady
Wanna make her my Byzantine baby
Head to toe in neoprene
I'm swimming in shark fin scenarios
And they only go when I'm diving down
Into her brine
I got someone that'll really do it for you
Pretty little thing, only seventeen
And she just, she just wants to be desired
So go claim your prize, honey, but when you're done
There's just one tiny thing you should keep in mind
(Ain't you down?) Satan's cloud
Looming over your head when you dipped
Into her brine
Please strut on, yeah, into my future
Yeah, you know the one track on my mind
Runs from her lips to her thighs
Oh what a libertine lady
Ooh, Little Miss Constantinople
Modified and totally fine, imperial legendary lover
Oh, ornamental for sure
Yeah, I bet that she got more heavy feminine artillery under covers
Now, you see, the thing is most women...
If they're smoking well she's a fire
And this saucy inferno here
Who's got her hands full with an arms race at the moment
Is a bona fide Byzantine empress dressed up like a tacky futurephiliac
Ooh that tacky ornamental upgrade to romance
Next level woman, paid for in gold
Please strut on into my future
Yeah, you know the one track on my mind
Runs from her lips to her thighs
What a libertine lady
Wanna make her my Byzantine baby
Head to toe in neoprene
I'm swimming in shark fin scenarios
And they only go when I'm diving down
Into her brine
With that atomic attraction and a weapons-grade touch
I bet she traveled through time just so she can get her fuck on
Neon ring on her finger, silver bells on her toes
Sounds like a megaton chime, when she walks by it goes
Ring-a-ling-a-ding-dong, there you go
Anthem to a sexual freak out
She said: "Hey boy, I'm the kinda girl you only find in your dreams
And it only took four surgeries to get this neoprene!
It's a feel like no other, salacious rubber in any color you want it to be"
Please strut on, uh, into my future
(I'm begging you now)
Yeah, you know the one track on my mind
Runs from her lips to her thighs
What a libertine lady
Wanna make her my Byzantine baby
Head to toe in neoprene
I'm swimming in shark fin scenarios
And they only go when I'm diving down
Into her brine
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Decinque, Mansur Zennelli, Michael Christopher Barrett
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