He said you can turn a bad boy into a simp

and you can make a sweetheart out of a pimp

I try to air him out dry but he just won’t quit

It’s hard to give them a hint, when you got it like this

When you got it, you got it, got it like this

I start to feel like a hex more than a symbol of sex

because I got it, I got it, I got it like this

and you want it, you want it, you want it like this

Circle round me like The Birds, how will I know when it’s true?

When I talk, you don’t hear a word, you just watch my lips move

Maybe it’s the eyes, helpless, feminine gaze

I’m thinking I don’t know a soul aside from what he says

I’m tryna reach out past the flesh, past the animal ways

to find some peace to heal my love from the traumatic haze

But when you got it, you got it, got it like this

I start to feel like a hex more than a symbol of sex

Because I got it, I got it, I got it like this

And you want it, you want it, you want it like this

He said you can turn a bad boy into a simp

and you can make a sweetheart out of a pimp

I try to air him out dry but he just won’t quit

It’s hard to give them a hint, when you got it like this

When you got it, you got it, got it like this

I start to feel like a hex more than a symbol of sex

Because I got it, I got it, I got it like this

And you want it, you want it, you want it like this