[Intro]

These hip bones, tell me baby, are they made trough crunches?

Or have you been skipping lunches to deserve these punches?

Send me pictures, babe I’m on my own, turn me on

It’s our song, let me tape our game, deserve your fame

Tonight I'll promote you bitch, from side to main

And I fuck your brain, beside your body

Intense sexual habits, you got a bad hobby

You want me in your room, you want me in the lobby

Every day Impatient to bend

If you disagree, you just pretend

Play your instrument, sounds like a trend

Large bed size, heartbeats starts to rise

Mask on, hidde your eyes

Fingers slide on sweaty back

Lips play with breathless neck

Breathless lungs, goosebumps

Legs numb, wet belly

Increase speed, get ready…

[Bridge]

Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...

Don't stop! Don't stop!

[Verse 1]

Stop acting, girl, you know it's a fact

That I lack of love, it's written in our contract

Eye contact while you blow your favourite piece

Nymphomania is a hell of a disease

Rest in Peace, dear feelings, i got rid of them

Face covered in sperm, sign the fucking terms

Perform your deepest desire, i'll set your ass on fire

Playing these wicked games till' i retire

​All she wants is the dick, all for the pleasure

She don't mind that my mind is a treasure

She's obssessed with me, interested in me

Depressed if shes not in front of me on her knees..