Post-party end up on a roam My eyes are red and yours are closed We kiss so blindly Shed our clothes I'll put a record on But no oh oh oh No oh oh oh Oh fuck, no oh oh oh No oh oh oh I think of Scarlett Think of exes You try to give me oral pleasure I try to focus Hocus pocus My mind has given up Oh no oh oh oh But I couldn't get it up I couldn't get it up We can just hold hands We can just hold hands We can just hold hands We can just hold hands Girl, uh I really like you But um I'm think I'm having a bit of problem here It's just that I can't No Uh don't you see It's not that I don't like you or anything It's just that I just can't I couldn't get it up I couldn't get it up I couldn't get it up