Texty

Well, she's like lemonade, yeah A little sweet A little bitter, yeah How it wraps around her figure like, like, silk Yeah, like silk She's my second cup of coco pebbles every morning Pour over me like, milk Yeah, like milk And it just don't make sense And it just don't make sense And it just don't quit, no Well, she's like God She could be Yeah, she could be praised Or she could be feared How I'm wrapped around her finger like, like Even when she's insincere Even when she's insincere She's my second cup of coco pebbles every morning Pour over me like milk Yeah, like milk And it just don't, and it just don't make sense (nah) And it just don't make sense (nah) And it just (and it just, and it just, and it just) And it just don't quit You know what I think? (No, what do you think?) I think I wanna dance When the initial charm fades, babe And you're just one crazy act If you'd consider me sane Then we could say, "Opposites attract" But the way you make me feel I really don't mind you being reckless Some call you a meal But honey, I just call you breakfast Yo, my second cup of coco pebbles every morning Pour over me like milk Yeah, like milk And it just don't make sense And it just don't make sense, nah And it just, and it just, and it just, and it just And it just won't quit It won't quit
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