Burnt orange lips and a purple sweater
You said, "How do I look?"
You've never looked better
Is it the glasses? Or the glasses of wine?
I can't stop thinking about you most of the time
But I hold my tongue, try to be polite
You said you don't like parties, neither do I
So why are we here, just to get high?
Please don't leave me on this couch for a boy
I can't stop thinking about how you would call him your toy
But I hold my tongue, and watch you enjoy
It's 3 am, we're walking home
You take my hand dragging me along
Then I feel your hands on me holding my hips
Then the sweet taste of your spit on my lips
But I hold my tongue, it's all made up shit
Burnt orange lips and a purple sweater
You said, "How do I look?"
You've never looked better
