Wahlstedt, AMAANDA
Lyricist: Wahlstedt Composer: Wahlstedt
Oh my god, you're so hot
I'm jealous of your shadow
You just got, gotta stop
Stop making innuendos
It is just, just too much
Too much for me to handle
The way you look is unbelievable
I wanna rip your clothes off like an animal
The way I feel about you is unparalleled
I'm not just wanna be next to you
Boy, oh, boy, I wanna have sex with you
I just sent a dirty text to you
Boy, oh, boy, I wanna have sex with you
All the time, yeah
Anywhere I want it, anyway I like
How can this be wrong when it feel so right?
I'm gonna have sex with you
Oh my god, smoking hot sex with you
In my mind
Sex with you
Party night, you and I
We're hiding in the backroom
Spitting jokes, blowing smoke
Inhaling all the bad fumes
Sinking shots, way too much
Just listening to some sad tunes
The way you look is unbelievable
I wanna rip your clothes off like an animal
The way I feel about you is unparalleled
I'm not just wanna be next to you
Boy, oh, boy, I wanna have sex with you
I just sent a dirty text to you
Boy, oh, boy, I wanna have sex with you
All the time, yeah
Anywhere I want it, anyway I like
How can this be wrong when it feel so right?
I'm gonna have sex with you
Oh my god, smoking hot sex with you
In my mind
Sex with you
Ooh, yeah
Sex with you
I'm gonna have sex with you
In real life