Liquor Store

You can go if you want to

But you know my mind

Will be walking a tightrope

'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 motherfucker

I've got two fish kissing on my clit motherfucker

I've 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 of

Spilling all over the carpet, the kitchen floor

You clean them up with a mop in a 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

I've got fire in my lungs and my legs keep running

And the head-lock knocked up babies keep coming

And the fantasy world that we keep making up

Keep fucking up, keep dreaming up, keep talking up

Ooh, ooh, ooh

We've got short legs, long legs, everybody big legs

Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate?

You motherfucker, you, you motherfucker

You motherfucker, you, you motherfucker

You can go if you want to

But you know my mind

Will be walking a tightrope

'Cause you like having sex like an animal

And I keep thinking you're running away from me

I am three steps ahead of you

And now I'm waking up to a nightmare

'Cause you like gettin' in bed with the enemy

And I keep thinking you're running away, ayy

Running away, ayy

Running away, ayy

Running away, ayy

Running away, ayy