Sofia Coppola

I'll braid your hair then fuck you on your dad's old sofa

Idolize you, my Sofia Coppola

I like my steak rare, my girls like supernovas

I'll tie cherry knots with my tongue 'till I'm number (ah)

Cherry soda's sweet, but you're sweeter baby

Yeah, you're heating me up

I mean who could blame me?

Maybe we could cool down

We could go downtown

I could take you around, yeah

And I like the sound of that

Do you like the sound of

Pick 'em ripe off the vine, red and tender

Eat 'em off of your thighs 'till I make you sing like my (my) Fender

Pick 'еm ripe off the vine, rеd and tender

Eat 'em off of your thighs 'till I make you sing like my (my Fender)

(Baby I'll make you sing)

I'll braid your hair then fuck you on your dad's old sofa

Idolize you, my Sofia Coppola

I like my steak rare, my girls like supernovas

I'll tie cherry knots with my tongue 'till I'm number one

You taste like cherries and I love it, baby

You taste like spring and I love it, baby

You taste like cherries and I love it, baby

You make me feel like spring so come on, please, just be my baby

Pick 'em ripe off the vine, red and tender

Eat 'em off of your thighs 'till I make you sing like my (my) Fender

(Baby I'll make you sing)

I'll braid your hair then fuck you on your dad's old sofa

Idolize you, my Sofia Coppola

I like my steak rare, my girls like supernovas

I'll tie cherry knots with my tongue 'till I'm number one