Клип Hoodie Allen - Two Lips

Текст Песни Hoodie Allen - Two Lips

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

But she want it off my head
Want it 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, oh

Sitting in the hotel lobby
You never get me off my phone
You treat me like a paparazzi
You show up then 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 try to end up in that pussy like two lips

She want it off my head
Want it 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. Oh, I hope

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, oh

Give me some bad advice
I hate when you ask me over
You drunk off a glass of wine
No wonder I'm acting sober
So cut me out of your life
And leave me like class is over
But 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, oh

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