I Want Your Sex

You know I got the sauce (sauce)
You know I’m saucy
And it’s always wet
A bitch never ever had to use lip gloss on it
I’mma need you deeper than six, not a coffin
We’re not making love, tryna get nasty
Grab up your drugs, that make me happy
Sex with me is amazing, with her it’ll feel alright
The sex doesn’t get any better, make it long, let it be all night
I know, I know, I make it hard to let go
Tonight, all night, I’mma roll
Even if I’m alone

Take It Off Now, Boy

You let all the girls go
Makes you feel good, don’t it?
Behind your Broadway show
I heard a boy say, “Please, don’t hurt me”

You’ve carried on so long
You couldn’t stop if you tried it.
You’ve built your wall so high
That no one could climb it.
But I’m gonna try

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
Would you let me see beneath your perfect?
Take it off now, boy, take it off now, boy
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight, oh, tonight?

See beneath, see beneath,
I
Tonight
I

I’m gonna climb on top your ivory tower
I’ll hold your hand and then we’ll jump right out
We’ll be falling, falling but that’s OK
‘Cause I’ll be right here
I just wanna know

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?
Would you let me see beneath your perfect?
Take it off now, girl, take it off now, girl
‘Cause I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight, oh, oh, oh, tonight?
See beneath your beautiful, oh, tonight.
We ain’t perfect, we ain’t perfect, no.
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?

Beneath Your Beautiful

Like erotic songs? See if this doesn’t stir up some lust:

You let all the girls go

Makes you feel good, don’t it?

Behind your Broadway show

I heard a boy say, “Please, don’t hurt me”

You’ve carried on so long

You couldn’t stop if you tried it.

You’ve built your wall so high

That no one could climb it.

But I’m gonna try

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful?

Would you let me see beneath your perfect?

Take it off now, boy, take it off now, boy

I wanna see inside

Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight, oh, tonight?

See beneath, see beneath,

Tonight

Inside the Pocket Of Your Ripped Jeans

“Photograph”
Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes

But it’s the only thing that I know

When it gets hard

You know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin’ me closer

‘Til our eyes meet

You won’t ever be alone

Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal

Loving can mend your soul

And it’s the only thing that I know (know)

I swear it will get easier

Remember that with every piece of ya

And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in this photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Our hearts were never broken

Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin’ me closer

‘Til our eyes meet

You won’t ever be alone
And if you hurt me

That’s OK, baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won’t ever let you go
Wait for me to come home [4x]
Oh you can fit me

Inside the necklace you got when you were 16

Next to your heartbeat

Where I should be

Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me

Well, that’s OK, baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won’t ever let you go
When I’m away

I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost

Back on 6th street

Hearing you whisper through the phone,

“Wait for me to come home.”

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