Letra

Magic and guitar, you know what I'm talking about? Yeah, you better, okay? (Yeah, here we go) Dancing around and spilling wine, you look good In my hotel robe (uh) Steam in the shower, singing Sly, wash your bone We're gonna need a little bit more soap Fly to Miami in the morning We better make this one count You're so heavy, I'm horny And I'm not worried about the sound We're waking up the people down the hall You're a bull, and I can't help but saying, "Toro, toro" And when they buzz me for the lobby call I don't show 'cause I'm too busy saying, "Toro, toro" Just like a toreador Just like a toreador Putting the tray outside the door, I want more Yeah, I'm drooling like a rabid dog And I'm screaming out, "Baby, now hold me down" Give me what I want, uh, uh I fly to Miami in the morning We better make this one count, uh, uh-uh It's so heavy, I'm horny And I'm not worried about the sound We're waking up the people down the hall You're a bull, and I can't help but saying, "Toro, toro" And when they buzz me for the lobby call I don't show 'cause I'm too busy saying, "Toro, toro" The things we do are so deplorable, horrible Yeah, I'm too busy saying, "Toro, toro" Just like a toreador Just like a toreador I don't just like, I adore ya Just like a toreador, huh-huh Yeah, I can't help but saying, "Toro, toro" Yeah, I can't help but saying, "Toro, toro" (just like a toreador) Yeah, I can't help but saying, "Toro, toro" Yeah, I can't help but saying, "Toro, toro"
Writer(s): Ethan Gruska, Remi Wolf, Jack Demeo, Jared Solomon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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