Lyrics

Order in italics Ate at the altar Read something in Latin Turn the heat up My baby is teething Sun-dried tomatoes Is what she is eating Turn the beat up I'm drinking from a plastic glass tonight It's all that I can do to help me prove that I'm seeing dollar signs "Are you alright?" Sewn into their eyes "Already knew that" Cannibal tree What's your excuse to me? Are you caught in a fire? Or stuck in a rut? Or is my love not good enough? Battle of the classes Sun kissed thicc asses Intercepting the radar Turn the heat up Salty and vicious Cattle-a-grazing Don't be capricious Turn the beat up
Writer(s): Graham Cooney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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