Lyrics

I hate plain ole lettuce, I eat salad with a dressing You can't find my palace, I requested no addressing I ain't got no problems that I think are worth addressing You are just a pair of hands that I call to undress me Undress me Unzip my dress please Impress me On my mattress (king) Talk is cheap Good we ain't talking Cause apparently I'm a whore Least that's what you yelled stomping out my door You said that 1-2-3 times, maybe 4 Lookie here you're coming back for more and more and more Oh, sure But this time ain't free so pay me at the door I'm thinking 1-2-3k but maybe 4 You're lucky I ain't asking you for more and more and more Cause I'm a whore Cause I'm a whore Say you won't say that again, well isn't that refreshing? Sounding like a sinner wants forgiveness for confessing I don't got to tell you that this body is a blessing Get up off your knees now boy, I ain't got time for begging You told me what you're thinking and you mean it I don't wanna take that lightly Hit it once for free but honestly, hun You don't really think that's like me I know that you need it like a fiend And baby that's alright Just come back With 10 racks Since you think I'm a motherfucking whore Least that's what you yelled stomping out my door You said that 1-2-3 times, maybe 4 Lookie here you're coming back for more and more and more Oh, sure But this time ain't free so pay me at the door I'm thinking 1-2-3k but maybe 4 You're lucky I ain't asking you for more and more and more Cause I'm a whore Cause I'm a whore
Writer(s): Heyley Gatewood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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