He´s singing pretty little lies
about fire and about time
when album covers on the floor meant
only sex and a good time

I´m looking at him and nodding my head
Thinking, and watching, and grinding my leg
Yearning, and waiting
Let´s get the fuck out and wake up in your bed

He´s so full of shit but he knows how to play it cool
I´m playing like I don´t know it,
I like to play by the rules
It´s just that sometimes I forget the book

He´s singing "ooh, baby, baby"
and looking my eye
Want´s to lick his lips I´m sure
but I got first to lick mine