Bitter sleep, summer street Looks at me and then she out a streak This just she got her weed But not a bong, whos Dont we all just want a piece of release? Comfort me and cum for me
I think she might be the one
Now we sleep under sheets With what's underneath Who was she, or who was he? Who reaped the benefit of this time? whats it Since I neither fuck it, or cover it Id rather it
To to where it goes Cause it'll come to it goes And it comes to where it goes Well it goes away
If it looks just it, it smells just like it, it felt just like it Well, then, it might be the one Well, if it looked just like it, it just like it, you melt just like it And, then, it might be the one
(She might be the one, She might be the one, She might be the one, might be the one)
It comes like echoes, it goes just echoes, it goes like echoes, it goes just like a
then she comes to where it goes Cause it will come to where it And when it comes to it goes Well it comes just like its told
Sally slipped again in deep with was not a thing of you to love You lied all this time we were Sleeping in the end Now we are dead but now it's time ... delivers in the got the medicine.
to looks just it just like it It felt just it You might buy it
If it just like it It sucks just it It fucks just it then is got to be the one
You me here You own me Youre only