Songteksten

Seems your mind's always made Not a mess that you can't clean up With some help from the maid Dishes left for dirtying We're drinking from the same cup And you know just what you're doing Just looking for someone to ruin your plan I'll be your mid-day amusement 'Cause night time is saved for the faking If you asked me I would stay I have to leave He's on his way No you taste like Suburbia Two cars and custom furniture You're walk-in closet rendezvous I wish that i was home to you OH He loves you cause you listen Be a shame is he found out what we were doing in the kitchen I'm waiting for a vacancy Squeeze my way in your family tree You think you know what you're doing But I've been looking to ruin your plan More than a mid day amusement I wanna be there when the night ends If you asked me I would stay I have to leave He's on his way No you taste like suburbia Two cars and custom furniture You're walk-in closet rendezvous I wish that I was home to you No you taste like suburbia Two cars and custom furniture You're walk-in closet rendezvous I wish that I was home to you Black and white is boring He goes down on you, you're snoring Wanna hold you In the morning Paint the walls with pink and orange No you taste like suburbia Two cars and custom furniture You're walk-in closet rendezvous I wish that I was home to you No you taste like suburbia Two cars and custom furniture You're walk-in closet rendezvous I wish that I was home to you
Writer(s): Cameron Hale Lazar, Devon Johanningmeier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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