Gangster

There's a gangster on my bed With a hoodie on her head She's looking good She's looking fine She's looking at me Looking on my arm And on my lips And on my hand And on my back And on my knees And on my feet And on my toes On my eyes Around my nose Into my hand There's a gangster on my bed With a hoodie on her head She's looking good She's looking fine She's looking at me And I'm looking at her Looking on her hair And on her knees On her knees And on her back And on her arms And on her legs And on her hair And on her lips And on her eyes And on her ears Into the night On her feet On her toes On her fingers There's a gangster, there's a gangster on my bed With a hoodie on her head (the number you've dialled is retired) She's looking good (looking good) She's looking fine (looking fine) She's looking at me (looking at me) And on my lips (on my lips) And on my head (on my head) And on my hips (on my hips) And on my feet (on my feet) And on my shoes (on my shoes) And on my trousers (on my trousers) And on my knees (on my knees) And on my arms (on my arms) Into the night (into the night) She's so sweet She's never been sweeter before She's so sweet That's why the leaves are kissing her face She's so sweet I wish we were balcony friends She's so sweet She's never been sweeter before She's so sweet That's why the bees are kissing her neck She's so sweet (she's never been sweeter before) Oh, so sweet (she's never been sweeter before) So sweet (she's never been sweeter before) So sweet (she's never been sweeter before) There's a gangster, there's a gangster on my bed