September In Paris

It's September in Paris and you can't reach my phone

Pain of being distant deeper than a time zone

I be too paranoid, don't wanna lose your touch

My bed got cold last night, I walk alone too much

I'm talking Fendi rugs, decorating my place

And that Versace couch where you love to sit on my face

Listen to the sound of my voice as you fall asleep

I hope to see you naked everytime my phone beeps

September in Paris, can't talk to you tonight

You get tired of these flashes so I dim the lights

Fashion week queen, that's just the way you run

We all falling for your beauty like you Jourdan Dunn

It's Balenciaga bags and some Prada sandals

Matching with your thong, just too hot to handle

The way you carry yourself, laughing at their face

Can't believe you by my side cause I never chase

My heart is cold and you still young

But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over

My heart is cold and you still young

But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over

It's September in Paris, can't show up at your door

You never had a boyfriend, I could something more

I know you wonder if someone could ever feel this sad

I think nobody else ever loved you so bad

I mean I feel too good, this the top of the world

I see you close your eyes, I pull you by the curls

Catwoman, feeling safe, laying in my chest

You're good at being bad, by my side I'm at your best

It's September in Paris, you feeling that desire

You on a shopping spree, I'm the one to inspire

Wild sex, warm food, neck touch, get you shook

Not afraid, wise men, book smart, still a crook

My heart is cold and you still young

But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over

My heart is cold and you still young

But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over

Last night, this year, you swearin' was the first one

You might remember forever, the way I made you cum

Big bed, cozy room, red wines, sex joy

Tie you up, beat your ass, you biting lips, I destroy