Girl, it’s okay, you can call me by my real name
I kiss your legs, I kiss your eyes, I call you “Angel face”
And I’ve been single for half a decade
And I think I’m finally ready to settle down for like a bit
Until I hit the stage
And you got money, that’s the last thing running through your mind
We always joke, but you can tell when you look me in my eyes
That I want you, that I want you, that I want you, babe
That I want you, that I want you, that I want you, babe
Come to my city, I like to say, I’m living pretty nice
4000 square feet at the Trump above the city lights
I got no furniture, I just moved here, but we can throw it down
Eviction number six from the Ritz, girl, I lost count of time
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