Lyrics

You're good at masquerading The second that I came in Face straight but legs are shaking No business, too much pleasure You can't keep it together With an angel dressed in leather When I say kinky, I don't mean curls When I say give me, I mean the world When I say baby, you bite your lip I know exactly where you get your kicks Because Baby, I'm giving you the mommy issues Know I make you wish I put my body on you Say you'd give me anything When I call the shots, you call me Walk into the room and you get mommy issues The way I move makes you follow my rules You want me to pull the strings When I call the shots, you call me Mommy Mommy When I call the shots, you call me You say you want no other Picture us undercover I'll be your confidential lover Oh, it's so entertaining Yeah, you love trouble making But I permit no misbehaving When I say kinky, I don't mean curls When I say give me, I mean the world When I say baby, you bite your lip I know exactly where you get your kicks Because Baby, I'm giving you the mommy issues Know I make you wish I put my body on you Say you'd give me anything When I call the shots, you call me Walk into the room and you get mommy issues The way I move makes you follow my rules You want me to pull the strings When I call the shots, you call me Mommy (why are you acting shy?) (Why are you acting shy?) Mommy (why are you acting shy?) When I call the shots, you call me Mommy (why are you acting shy?) (Why are you acting shy?) Mommy (why are you acting shy?) When I call the shots, you call me Mommy
Writer(s): Vincent Stefansson, Valentin Glage, Claudia Terry Verdecia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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