Objects of Affection

I couldn't care less, darling, I

I'm giving my all to you

All of my pride, take it in stride

Take it in stride

And I know you feel it too, girl

When we're knocking boots, girl

If you'd let me inside

Let me inside, let me inside

And we're partners day and night

And we're doing it right

And we are the objects of choice, babe

And the cutlet patch of hair says you're my girl

But you're own goddamn lady

And with that in mind, well, it makes it fine

When we're both talking dirty

And lipstick that you wear says you're my girl

But you're own fucking lady

And with that in mind, well, it makes it fine

When we're both talking dirty, yeah

Talking dirty, yeah

And I'll be your bitch, girl

I love your squishy bits

No, I'm not talking shit, girl

The way that you love me and the way that you kiss

Makes me wanna submit, girl

All of the time