Love-sadKID, Lanie - M.I.L.F. lyrics
[Love-sadKID, Lanie - M.I.L.F. lyrics]
Curiosity killed me
Asking questions sure done fooled the cat
What’s ya number, what’s ya name
Where the hell do you be at?
We should just be past this
Thought I said the last time
You ain’t got a reason to be
Up and out at midnight you melt in the rain
Whether a witch or made of sugar
Surely you would know that you’re
One hell of a looker
And every time you look around it
Seems like one for the books
With a face that makes me sing alladeez hooks
It must be something in the water you drink
I bet your mother is a milf or something else
And I know when I use my
Eyes to peep these beautiful things
I can’t ever put this story on the shelf
"It must be something in the water I drink
They call my mother a milf
Or something else"
Cause you got me thinking this art
Thinking lovey dovey stuff ain’t this hard
I’m hoping that you miss me or
At least my kissed heart
You’re just the one and I
Couldn’t ever want a restart
We could play forever
Just keep shuffling up these cards
I’m an eyesore and an ear sore and
Yet you still deal with me
If that’s not love then tell me
What the hells the equivalent
I’m hoping that you still stay with
Me and end up my boo
And if you truly think you love me
Well then I love you too
It must be something in the water you drink
I bet your mother is a milf or something else
And I know when I use my
Eyes to peep these beautiful things
I can’t ever put this story on the shelf
Asking questions sure done fooled the cat
What’s ya number, what’s ya name
Where the hell do you be at?
We should just be past this
Thought I said the last time
You ain’t got a reason to be
Up and out at midnight you melt in the rain
Whether a witch or made of sugar
Surely you would know that you’re
One hell of a looker
And every time you look around it
Seems like one for the books
With a face that makes me sing alladeez hooks
It must be something in the water you drink
I bet your mother is a milf or something else
And I know when I use my
Eyes to peep these beautiful things
I can’t ever put this story on the shelf
"It must be something in the water I drink
They call my mother a milf
Or something else"
Cause you got me thinking this art
Thinking lovey dovey stuff ain’t this hard
I’m hoping that you miss me or
At least my kissed heart
You’re just the one and I
Couldn’t ever want a restart
We could play forever
Just keep shuffling up these cards
I’m an eyesore and an ear sore and
Yet you still deal with me
If that’s not love then tell me
What the hells the equivalent
I’m hoping that you still stay with
Me and end up my boo
And if you truly think you love me
Well then I love you too
It must be something in the water you drink
I bet your mother is a milf or something else
And I know when I use my
Eyes to peep these beautiful things
I can’t ever put this story on the shelf