porcelain doll with platforms

"You're such a wannabe" (wannabe)

It's okay sweetheart, no ones watching

Ay, ay

There's a rise on on the nightstand

Feeling all the time with you

Hurtin' more than you'd like to

I can tell that it's new

'Cause the body language is higher than you

Its speaking loudly

Body on top of me

I feel it falling down

And I'm grazing your face with my fingertips

I'm dancing all around your body

Which means, I'ma cope with this

Doin' things that I shouldn't admit (hmm, ha)

I love the way you feel

Ay

Made of porcelain

Face of a doll, full of scratches and dust

You're hurting

Hurting

I can tell