Watsky - Springtime In New York lyrics

[Verse 1] Mister Softee’s back The block under attack Frozen Mickey Mouse head ma**acre Mac cherry matte glossed lips smack Please mind the thigh gap Pierced venus fly trap French kiss french roast french toast light frap French-goodbye the nightcap Full Japanese sleeves Brazilian hair weaves and bazillionaire thieves Heavenly heavily creased Can*l Street queen 25 if a fiend Maybe 40 if she’s clean Shorty in black, Nightmare Before Christmas, ripped, safety-pinned jeans Obscenely scene art crowd Bean-to- bar-insert- fart-sound Far out, daddy-o Daddy issues Data dumpster Dumb on purpose Optimistic prophylactic purchase Swipe right, minimal hesitation Possible digital penetration Popsicle in the bu*thole? Wait—where are you going? Wait. Wait. Please wait. Wait! My safeword is “safeword” Say word if that’s hot Word Not! What? Stop! how much you f**in got? Lay up off your cash, your pants, and throw the Her Pleasure trojans on the top! Drop, kiss the pavement, spread your mothaf**ing cheeks and make em talk “wawawawawah” The familiar wa-wa- walk of shame Glittering city of dreams Sex is on the breeze Must be springtime in the city