Shoot the messenger, 'em up She's a 10 plus 10, not Mixed messages, crossed Marry me, what you Too much brush and socks Parents minted, Mayfair, dogs We go on walks, she talks I pour my heart out and she laps up my Blue lights, double races like super cars Two drinks, the spinning Zebedee, you're the ace of society, cute kittens Allergies, I like you enough Blocked me on private finsta Your godmother come play with us
Nicotine, quit it Two's up, down You stub it out I finish On my arm and I out wow!
Nicotine, can't it Two's up, down You stub it out before I On my arm and I out wow!
Doorman, let me in the Spent all my money, you ain't no more wages Sure Sir, Sir, are you In short, I'm not a mop you can drag the floor Inside, shell She's standing a guy Guys mans stare him out Real polite, no, please, no Want a I'm alright Beer goggles on, the wool, now I'm blind as day, I can see You make me melt, sun, ice You smooth felt, soft to the touch You were repellent, smell scent from up above Angel getting carried out the For Harry, Harry's just a mug I'm stood outside waiting, where you Cubicle lines, a cold, Jack Frost
Nicotine, can't it up, two's down You stub it out I finish On my arm and I out wow!
Nicotine, quit it Two's up, two's You stub it out before I On my arm and I out wow!