Liquor Store

You can go if you want to But you know my mind Will be walking a tightrope 'Cause you like having sex like an animal And I keep thinking you're running away from- You got an ice cream cone on your leg motherfucker I've got two fish kissing on my clit motherfucker I've got headaches on headaches on headaches all day But the handshakes are chasing my troubles away I'm a thrift store baddie with my booty on the sink I'm a shitty ex nanny with my marbles on the brink of Spilling all over the carpet, the kitchen floor You clean them up with a mop in a liquor store Liquor store 'cause I want more Carnivore eating my heart out Liquor store 'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store Into the liquor store 'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store I've got fire in my lungs and my legs keep running And the head-lock knocked up babies keep coming And the fantasy world that we keep making up Keep fucking up, keep dreaming up, keep talking up Ooh, ooh, ooh We've got short legs, long legs, everybody big legs Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? You motherfucker, you, you motherfucker You motherfucker, you, you motherfucker You can go if you want to But you know my mind Will be walking a tightrope 'Cause you like having sex like an animal And I keep thinking you're running away from me I am three steps ahead of you And now I'm waking up to a nightmare 'Cause you like gettin' in bed with the enemy And I keep thinking you're running away, ayy Running away, ayy Running away, ayy Running away, ayy Running away, ayy