"Crush" lyrics

Hold me, baby
Don't let go, don't let go
But touch yourself to my photos
Your photos
They send me somewhere
I don't know
It's so much fun to not know
What the hell

Babe
I take it personally
When you misbehave
I'm all dressed up for you
Attention must be paid
Don't answer video calls
Cleared my schedule nothing at all
Could excite me more
You've gone and ruined
All the fun for this whore

I'm a lucky girl
On a bad day
You're piece a shit
I guess I like it that way
In a living hell
It's my own mistake
Give me nothing back
Except for fucking headaches

You pulled the handbrake on our sexy little machine
But you didn't tell me so I smash my face on the screen
I'll take it on the chin don't send a warning
That's okay the truth is that you were just kind of boring

I'm a lucky girl
On a bad day
You're piece a shit
I guess I like it that way
In a living hell
It's my own mistake
Give me nothing back
Except for fucking headaches

Know you want me
Touch my body
You're so boring
I'm a party
Know you want me
Touch my body
You're so boring
I'm a party