Liquor Store

You can go if you want to

But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope

'Cause you like having sex like an animal

And I keep thinking you're running away from...

You got an ice cream cone on your leg mother ****er

I got two fish kissing on my **** mother ****er

I got headaches on headaches on headaches all day

But the handshakes are chasing my troubles away

I'm a thrift store baddie with my booty on the sink

I'm a shitty ex-nanny with my marbles on the brink

Spillin' all over the carpet, the kitchen floor

You clean them up with a mop and the liquor store

Liquor store, 'cause I want more, carnivore

Eating my heart out, liquor store

'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store

Into the liquor store

'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store

Got a fire in my lungs and my legs keep runnin'

And the headlock, knocked up, babies keep comin'

And the fantasy, what that we

Keep makin' up, keep ****in' up

Keep dreamin' up, keep talkin' bout

Oo oo oo

We got short legs, long legs

Everybody big legs

2 4 6 8 who do we appreciate?

You mother ****er, you you mother ****er

You mother ****er, you you mother ****er

You can go if you want to

But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope

'Cause you like having sex like an animal

And I keep thinking you're running away from me

I'm three steps ahead of you

And now I'm waking up to a nightmare

'Cause you like getting in bed with the enemy

And I keep thinking you're running away, aye

Running away, hey

Running away, hey

Running away, hey

Running away, hey