"False Love In Real Life" lyrics
"False Love In Real Life"
Let me take my time
Let me work things out
I could be the man you've been dreaming of
Just get on your knees
And open your mouth
And accept this gift of lust and let downs
What did you expect?
You think I really care?
You're just another notch on this belt I wear
So I'm taking off
Yeah I'm leaving town
Don't call or write
See you around
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, fuck
Fuck her like I never could
Fuck her doggy style first
I fucking die just from the thought
I fucking die just from the thought
And if you want it you can have it baby
Just come and sit by me
Goddamn, I never knew it could be this easy
You take my money but I take your time
All I wanted was to stop, think back and rewind
All I wanted was a memory so you can savor the moment
Thank you, you fucking whore
Thank you, you fucking whore
I, I fucking die just from the thought
I fucking die just from the thought
Let me take my time
Let me work things out
I could be the man you've been dreaming of
Just get on your knees
And open your mouth
And accept this gift of lust and let downs
What did you expect?
You think I really care?
You're just another notch on this belt I wear
So I'm taking off
Yeah I'm leaving town
Don't call or write
See you around
Writer(s): Mark Davis, Frank Palmeri, Jesse Ketive, Benjamin Lionetti, Joseph Lionetti, Jesse Adam Ketive
- AZLyrics
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- Emmure Lyrics
album:
"The Respect Issue" (2008)
Dry Ice
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