i wanna wake up raunchy with you
hair tossed like a salad
back bent like indiscretions
and sweat wetter than...u get the point
i wanna wake up raunchy with you
scratches, bite marks
evidence of a domestic disturbance
cuz love doesn't live here anymore
and that's disturbing to whatever domestics we had
laundry, dishes, joint bank accounts and our children
but nonetheless
i etched my name in your back
while you painted my walls with your spirit
and since we can't afford to be emotional anymore
it's time to get physical
i wanna wake up raunchy with you
hair tossed like a salad.
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