Swear to god I could do it if I tried
Misogyny
I've become a god to you
Late at night when I creep into your mind
Distracting yourself from every thought of me
(Aww you should run don't know why you haven't tried to leave)
Don't be bashful
I know you love the thought of me
( It was Friday night she said come and slide like Vaseline)
And I'm an asshole
But you don't ever wanna to leave
(She took the car said my daddy won't be home till 3)
I took my draws off I told you it was something to see
(And she said is this love? I said darling it don't have to be)
She's in my bedroom we're practicing misogyny
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Sunday night yeah
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Holy Sunday had you laying on my mattress
Holy Sunday had you playing acrobatics
Yeah holy Sunday doing things you can't imagine
Something this incredible feel like it isn't right
On Monday Tuesday Wednesday I can't get you off my mind
Give me all your time and we can do this every night
Do this every night
Do this every night yeah
Things aren't
Perfect
They're not
Worth it
Life gets
Worthless
Life gets
Worth it
Things aren't
Perfect
They're not
Worth it
Life gets
Worthless
Life ain't perfect
She gave me head and it
Felt like a lobotomy
It's so romantic
The way you climb on top of me
And we could
Ride it out till
We sound like we forgot to breathe
And if they got a problem we could
Blame it on misogyny
Something feeling different when you
Let me deep inside
I'm praying for this feeling
I could do this every night
Drowning out the sound cause we don't
Listen to advice
Listen to advice
Listen to advice yeah
Swear to god I could do it if I tried
Misogyny
I've become a god to you
Late at night when I creep into your mind
Distracting yourself from every thought of me
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Bah ah ha ha
Something this incredible feel like it isn't right
On Monday Tuesday Wednesday I can't get you off my mind
Give me all your time and we can do this every night
Do this every night
Do this every night yeah
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Sunday night yeah
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Holy Sunday had you laying on my mattress
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Swear to god I could do it if I tried
Misogyny
I've become a god to you
Late at night when I creep into your mind
Distracting yourself from every thought of me
(Aww you should run don't know why you haven't tried to leave)
Don't be bashful
I know you love the thought of me
( It was Friday night she said come and slide like Vaseline)
And I'm an asshole
But you don't ever wanna to leave
(She took the car said my daddy won't be home till 3)
I took my draws off I told you it was something to see
(And she said is this love? I said darling it don't have to be)
She's in my bedroom we're practicing misogyny
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Sunday night yeah
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Holy Sunday had you laying on my mattress
Holy Sunday had you playing acrobatics
Yeah holy Sunday doing things you can't imagine
Something this incredible feel like it isn't right
On Monday Tuesday Wednesday I can't get you off my mind
Give me all your time and we can do this every night
Do this every night
Do this every night yeah
Things aren't
Perfect
They're not
Worth it
Life gets
Worthless
Life gets
Worth it
Things aren't
Perfect
They're not
Worth it
Life gets
Worthless
Life ain't perfect
She gave me head and it
Felt like a lobotomy
It's so romantic
The way you climb on top of me
And we could
Ride it out till
We sound like we forgot to breathe
And if they got a problem we could
Blame it on misogyny
Something feeling different when you
Let me deep inside
I'm praying for this feeling
I could do this every night
Drowning out the sound cause we don't
Listen to advice
Listen to advice
Listen to advice yeah
Swear to god I could do it if I tried
Misogyny
I've become a god to you
Late at night when I creep into your mind
Distracting yourself from every thought of me
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Bah ah ha ha
Something this incredible feel like it isn't right
On Monday Tuesday Wednesday I can't get you off my mind
Give me all your time and we can do this every night
Do this every night
Do this every night yeah
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Sunday night yeah
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Holy Sunday had you laying on my mattress
Misogyny
I've become a god to you
Late at night when I creep into your mind
Distracting yourself from every thought of me
(Aww you should run don't know why you haven't tried to leave)
Don't be bashful
I know you love the thought of me
( It was Friday night she said come and slide like Vaseline)
And I'm an asshole
But you don't ever wanna to leave
(She took the car said my daddy won't be home till 3)
I took my draws off I told you it was something to see
(And she said is this love? I said darling it don't have to be)
She's in my bedroom we're practicing misogyny
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Sunday night yeah
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Holy Sunday had you laying on my mattress
Holy Sunday had you playing acrobatics
Yeah holy Sunday doing things you can't imagine
Something this incredible feel like it isn't right
On Monday Tuesday Wednesday I can't get you off my mind
Give me all your time and we can do this every night
Do this every night
Do this every night yeah
Things aren't
Perfect
They're not
Worth it
Life gets
Worthless
Life gets
Worth it
Things aren't
Perfect
They're not
Worth it
Life gets
Worthless
Life ain't perfect
She gave me head and it
Felt like a lobotomy
It's so romantic
The way you climb on top of me
And we could
Ride it out till
We sound like we forgot to breathe
And if they got a problem we could
Blame it on misogyny
Something feeling different when you
Let me deep inside
I'm praying for this feeling
I could do this every night
Drowning out the sound cause we don't
Listen to advice
Listen to advice
Listen to advice yeah
Swear to god I could do it if I tried
Misogyny
I've become a god to you
Late at night when I creep into your mind
Distracting yourself from every thought of me
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Bah ah ha ha
Something this incredible feel like it isn't right
On Monday Tuesday Wednesday I can't get you off my mind
Give me all your time and we can do this every night
Do this every night
Do this every night yeah
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
Sunday night
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Sunday night yeah
Saw you Sunday night
It was
Holy Sunday had you laying on my mattress
Writer: Blake Foster
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