Lyrics

She sneaks behind in her bedroom Her shadow stays in the dancefloor Well, the fingernails are sharp and the mascara wears out Leaving her lipstick on my place To make travel on her face The more you take your sight you get my dreams in a fight And if you like to see me crying You will enjoy smoking my aches I see you drinking "Limonada" Down in the corner eating fellas You aren't right Baby, they like when you are mad She dance alone in the hallway Expecting someone light her fire In the smoke, she looks alive, her tingle is fancy tonight And if you like to see me crying You will enjoy smoking my aches I see you drinking "Limonada" Down in the corner eating fellas You aren't right Baby, they like when you are mad
Writer(s): Eliot Krimsky, Sara Magenheimer, Eben Portnoy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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