Stardust & Polaroids

 'Cause I'm a beautiful wreck A colorful mess, but I'm funny Oh, I'm a heartbreak vet With a stone-cold neck, yeah, I'm charming All the pretty girls in the world But I'm in this space with you Colored out the lines I came to find, my fire was fate with you Heartache would stay with you Fly great escapes with you Mood

  This kind of love we can't control The art of touch, I am covered in gold I know that you feel me now No I'm never going down The parts of me buried underneath They're glowing, do you see? I know that you feel me now No I'm never going down Hey Watch me unfold Watch me unfold Watch me unfold Mood

Cause I love, love, 'cause I love, love You better than, you better than my darkest sin Russian hookers and cheap gin I think that I could be fine If I could be Mary Jane Holland tonight I think we'd have a good time If you'd meet me, Mary Jane, in Holland tonight Mood

Solo deja que yo te agarre, baby Besos en el cuello pa' calmar la sed Mi mano en tu cadera pa' empezar como e' No le vamo' a bajar más nunca, mamá (No) Baba-baba-baila Plakata, plakata Cómo ella lo mueve, sin para', sin para' Las ganas de comerte ahora son más fuerte' Quiero tenerte y no te voy a negar Mood

  She’s a bad bitch Cruella I’m hella rich She’s such a mad bitch Cruella don’t take no shit No I don’t fuck with hoes Unless they my bitches Girl pose if your pussy gold Now that’s a nice kitty Girl we never fuckin with dogs Turn a man into a coat I show off Don’t you love grabbing life by the balls Don’t you love grabbing life by the balls duh Mood

  You would use your songs to say the words you couldn’t say & every word you sang was about you & me I loved everything you wrote & when you would sing I felt that my heart was falling You’re all I want We fucked so hot it left me faded  For all you are There is no other love, it’s only yours You’re all I want, all I love Mood

  Cause I’m all that you want, boy All that you can have, boy Got me spread like a buffet Bon appétit, baby Appetite for seduction Fresh out the oven Melt in your mouth kind of lovin’ Bon appétit, baby Looks like you’ve been starving You’ve got those hungry eyes You could use some sugar ‘Cause your levels ain’t right I’m a five-star Michelin A Kobe flown in You want what I’m cooking, boy Mood