Hoodie Allen - Two Lips lyrics

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Sneaking out my bed at night

I tell her turn the lights down low

I’m trying to figure out my mind

She always wonder where I go

Oh, making good music

Coming home with a pocket full of tulips

You tryina point an arrow at me like Cupid

I’m tryina end in that pussy like two lips

But she wanna off my head

Wanna off my head

Can we both forget?

Baby I don't know

Want me more or less

Want me more or less

Is it all for sex?

Baby, I hope so

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love with me

So tell me what you want from me, oh

I ain't got time if you really wanna fuck

You're bitching all the time that you never get enough from me

So tell me what you want from me, oh

Sitting in the hotel lobby

You never get me off my phone

Treat me like a paparazzi

You show up and I got to go

Make good music

Everybody that I'm meeting is a doofus

They try to point an arrow at me like Cupid

I’m tryina end up in that pussy like two lips

She wanna off my head

Wanna off my head, my head

Can we both forget?

Baby, I don't know

Want me more or less

Want me more or less, or less

Is it all for sex?

Baby, I hope so

I hope you tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love with me

So tell me what you want from me, oh

I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck

You're bitching all the time that you never get enough from me

So tell me what you want from me, oh

Give me some bad advice, I hate when you ask me over

You drunk of a glass of wine, no wonder I’m acting sober

So cut me out of your life and leave me like class is over

When the day goes and the night comes I’ll still be your Casanova

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love with me

So tell me what you want from me, oh

I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck

You're bitching all the time that you never get enough from me.

So tell me what you want from me, oh

Give me some bad advice, I hate when you ask me over

You drunk of a glass of wine, no wonder I’m acting sober

So cut me out of your life and leave me like class is over

When the day goes and the night comes I’ll still be your Casanova