Bitter sleep, summer street Looks at me and then she bleats out a This just she got her weed But not a bong, tired? Dont we all just want a piece of release? Comfort me and cum for me
I she just might be the one
Now we sleep under sheets With what's going Who was she, or who was he? Who reaped the benefit of this time? whats it Since I could fuck it, or cover it Id rather it
To to where it goes it'll come to where it goes And when it comes to it goes Well then it goes
If it looks like it, it smells just like it, it felt just like it Well, then, it might be the one Well, if it looked just like it, it just like it, you melt just like it And, then, it just be the one
(She just be the one, She just be the one, She just be the one, might be the one)
It comes just echoes, it goes like echoes, it goes just echoes, it goes like a ghost
Cause she comes to where it goes Cause it will to where it goes And when it comes to it goes Well then it comes like its told
Sally slipped again in with them was not a thing of you to love You lied all time we were alone Sleeping in the end Now we are both but now time ... delivers in the memories got the medicine.
to looks just it Smells just it It felt like it You just buy it
If it looks like it It sucks just it It fucks just it Well is got to be the one
You know me You own me Youre only