"I sound squeaky..."
"You sound good! Do the chorus."
I got a complex, yeah I'm kinda psychotic, baby
And when I'm going crazy
Thank god that you're my medicine
I don't know how you do it
Put up with all my bullshit
You've got a way of doing everything
Perfect and I almost think I deserve it
Got me all strung out again
Cuz you're a stone cold killer when you're shooting your shot
And all the girls back home, they want a taste of your mouth
You know it makes my Monday when you're getting me off
Cuz you might be everything I'd want
And you're so hot
You're so hot
You're so hot
You just might be everything I'd want
Come on and throw me the keys to your apartment, baby
Don't mind the dirty dishes, my brain's been messy lately
It feels like an understatement
That coming home to you is the best thing I could ever ask for
It's perfect and I almost think I deserve it
Got me all strung out again and it's working
Yeah it's working
Cuz you're a stone cold killer when you're shooting your shot
And all the girls back home, they want a taste of your mouth
You know it makes my Monday when you're getting me off
Cuz you might be everything I'd want
And you're so hot
You're so hot
You're so hot
You just might be everything I'd want
Mama's boy from Michigan
I think I might be falling in head first
So if you're listening
The least you could do is
Least you could do is just stop
Being so hot
You're so hot
You just might be everything I'd want
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Kennedy, Austin Wolfe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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