Sparky

Tell me I'm your secret It does something outrageous This is a real fucking disaster I want to watch you squirm with ease Run your fingers through my hair Through my hair Get your words out my head Out of my head You know that being your secret really turns me on I know you like the occasions where you can call me Sparky Because Sparky knows how to spark you up and keep you exactly where she knows you best It's safer to keep you there, I'm guessing No, I don't want you to leave The leather is still sticky from that Prosecco you poured on me when you thought it was sexy I can barely stand to look at you, but you still come back What's your fucking secret? Run your fingers through my hair Through my hair Get your words out my head Out of my head I'd like to think you feel like you're in a presence Of an angel when you lay eyes on me Remember the days when I went down south to see you? 2 hours to get there and 336 to leave you Do you like me talking to you like this? Do you like me taking to you like this? Because I know you love it when I come 'round Run your fingers through my hair Through my hair Get your words out my head Out of my head I'm floating statically now, it feels so good Xerox machine of joy spitting out, keep spitting This rebel plays up to me The path of least resistance will take you far I can hear the sound of a steady beat The sound of the march, march, march And the sound of "I hate you" begun Now I can't say "I love you" I can't say anything at all I just wanna touch you up and pull you down to me And know that I'm the Goddess of Fuck