Four on the floor
Don't get the door
Could be some whores
In physical form or metaphor
Four on the floor
Don't get the door
Could be some whores
Don't get the door
Four on the floor
Don't get the door
Could be a whore
In physical form or metaphor
It's a stick up stick up
I'm taking back my feelings
Expectations too ambitious
It's bullshit dipped in glitter
Beautiful and vicious
Super sick delicious
I'm puking in the kitchen
It was you I was bingeing
The doors flew off the hinges
I'm knocking can you hear me
Free me like I'm Britney
The plot twists and it thickens
The plot twist and it thickens
The plot twist and it thickens
The plot twist thickens
Guess it's how the story ends
No we can not remain friends
Oh there goes those feels again
A hundred happy accidents
I said I don't regret a thing
That made me happy way back when
Californicating the perfect sin
The perfect sin