Lyrics

Butterscotch bliss got me dreamin' of our bed, girl Thinkin' of the picture runnin' all around my head, girl Last night you got me thinkin' that the devil's in control, girl I may be smokin' on herb, But I'm feelin' like your body's made of gold, girl. Sing it to me now Love, sex, what comes next? I may be better being on my own But your body's right in front of me, screaming for more Love, sex, what comes next? I may be better being on my own But your body's got me cravin' you all night long Sugar sweet lips got me feelin' too good girl Cotton candy hips, you've been messin' up my world. I wouldn't stop it if I could, but I think that I should, girl I've been addicted to the feeling that you give me But I've never been in love, girl Butterscotch bliss got me dreamin' of our bed, girl Thinkin' of the picture runnin' all around my head, girl Last night you got me thinkin' that the devil's in control, girl I may be smokin' on herb But I'm feelin' like your body's made of gold, girl Sing it to me now Love, sex, what comes next? I may be better being on my own. But your body's right in front of me, screaming for more. Love, sex, what comes next? I may be better being on my own. But your body's got me cravin' you all night long
Writer(s): Jamie Fine, Chin Preston, Estevan Falcone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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