You taste like cigarettes. I hit it every chance I get. Girl, you got me dripping sweat. You pull me back every time I quit. Yeah. You taste like cigarettes. Your body feels like disrespect. Let you p
I'm coming back to you. And I hope you don't mind. That I'm wasting your time. I know you want me, too. Even though you're not mine. You got that look in your eyes. Pre-Chorus. Come on, tell me where