Paroles de la chanson Liquor Store par Remi Wolf

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Paroles de la chanson Liquor Store par Remi Wolf

You can go if you want to
But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope
'Cause you like having sex like an animal
And I keep thinking you're running away from

You got an ice cream cone on your leg, motherfucker
I got two fish kissing on my clit, motherfucker
I got headaches on headaches on headaches all day
But the handshakes are chasing my troubles away

I'm a thrift store baddie with my booty on the sink
I'm a shitty ex-nanny with my marbles on the brink
Spillin' all over the carpet, the kitchen floor

You clean them up with a mop and the liquor store

Liquor store, 'cause I want more, carnivore
Eating my heart out, liquor store
'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store
Into the liquor store
'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store

Got a fire in my lungs and my legs keep runnin'
And the headlock, knocked up, babies keep comin'
And the fantasy, what that we
Keep makin' up, keep fuckin' up
Keep dreamin' up, keep talkin' 'bout

Ooh, ooh, ooh

We got short legs, long legs, everybody big legs
Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate?
You, motherfucker, you, you, motherfucker
You, motherfucker, you, you, motherfucker

You can go if you want to
But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope
'Cause you like having sex like an animal
And I keep thinking you're running away from me

I'm three steps ahead of you
And now I'm waking up to a nightmare
'Cause you like getting in bed with the enemy
And I keep thinking you're running away, ayy

Running away, hey
Running away, hey
Running away, hey

Running away, hey

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