Hoodie Allen - Two Lips текст песни

Sneaking out my bed at night
I tell her turn the lights down low
I'm trying to figure out my mind
She always wonder where I go
Oh, making good music
Coming home with a pocket full of tulips
You tryina point an arrow at me like Cupid
I'm tryina end in that pussy like two lips

But she wanna off my head
Wanna off my head
Can we both forget?
Baby I don't know
Want me more or less
Want me more or less
Is it all for sex?
Baby, I hope so

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love with me
So tell me what you want from me, oh
I ain't got time if you really wanna fuck
You're bitching all the time that you never get enough from me
So tell me what you want from me, oh

Sitting in the hotel lobby
You never get me off my phone
Treat me like a paparazzi
You show up and I got to go
Make good music
Everybody that I'm meeting is a doofus
They try to point an arrow at me like Cupid
I'm tryina end up in that pussy like two lips

She wanna off my head
Wanna off my head, my head
Can we both forget?
Baby, I don't know
Want me more or less
Want me more or less, or less
Is it all for sex?
Baby, I hope so

I hope you tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love with me
So tell me what you want from me, oh
I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck
You're bitching all the time that you never get enough from me
So tell me what you want from me, oh

Give me some bad advice, I hate when you ask me over
You drunk of a glass of wine, no wonder I'm acting sober
So cut me out of your life and leave me like class is over
When the day goes and the night comes I'll still be your Casanova

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want
I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love with me
So tell me what you want from me, oh
I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck
You're bitching all the time that you never get enough from me.
So tell me what you want from me, oh

Give me some bad advice, I hate when you ask me over
You drunk of a glass of wine, no wonder I'm acting sober
So cut me out of your life and leave me like class is over
When the day goes and the night comes I'll still be your Casanova