Remi Wolf - Liquor Store lyrics

You can go if you want to But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope '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, motherfu*ker I got two fish kissing on my clit, motherfu*ker I 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 sh*tty ex-nanny with my marbles on the brink Spillin' all over the carpet, the kitchen floor You clean them up with a mop and the liquor store Liquor store, 'cause I want morе, carnivore Eating my heart out, liquor store 'Causе I always want more walking into the liquor store Into the liquor store 'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store Got a fire in my lungs and my legs keep runnin' And the headlock, knocked up, babies keep comin' And the fantasy, what that we Keep makin' up, keep fu*kin' up Keep dreamin' up, keep talkin' 'bout Ooh, ooh, ooh We got short legs, long legs, everybody big legs Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? You, motherfu*ker, you, you, motherfu*ker You, motherfu*ker, you, you, motherfu*ker You can go if you want to But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope 'Cause you like having sex like an animal And I keep thinking you're running away from me I'm three steps ahead of you And now I'm waking up to a nightmare 'Cause you like getting in bed with the enemy And I keep thinking you're running away, ayy Running away, hey Running away, hey Running away, hey Running away, hey