Learned it on the internetWheels turning in my headThink back to what you saidAnd I turn red, I'm turning redWild thoughts that make me meltA good hit below the beltSometimes I scare myselfBut I can't help what I can't helpSo shame on meAnd shame on youI fantasize what we would doAnd how would it tasteAnd the way you moveOh, some good girls do bad things tooI want this like a cigaretteCan we drag it out and never quitAnd oh my god, you are heaven sentWith your dirty mind, yeah, you're pervеrtedYou give me guilty, guilty plеasureYou give me guilty, guilty pleasureFeels like pornographyWatching you try on jeansYou're a potheadYou're a cinephileIt's been awhile since you turned up the dialSo shame on meAnd shame on youI fantasize what we would doAnd how would it tasteAnd the way you moveSome good girls do bad things tooI want this like a cigaretteCan we drag it out and never quitAnd oh my god, you are heaven sentWith your dirty mind, yeah, you're pervertedYou give me guilty, guilty pleasureYou give me guilty, guilty pleasureYou give me guilty, guilty pleasureYou give me guilty, guilty pleasureYou give me guilty, guilty pleasureYou give me guilty, guilty pleasure
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Learned it on the internet
Wheels turning in my head
Think back to what you said
And I turn red, I'm turning red
Wild thoughts that make me melt
A good hit below the belt
Sometimes I scare myself
But I can't help what I can't help
So shame on me
And shame on you
I fantasize what we would do
And how would it taste
And the way you move
Oh, some good girls do bad things too
I want this like a cigarette
Can we drag it out and never quit
And oh my god, you are heaven sent
With your dirty mind, yeah, you're pervеrted
You give me guilty, guilty plеasure
You give me guilty, guilty pleasure
Feels like pornography
Watching you try on jeans
You're a pothead
You're a cinephile
It's been awhile since you turned up the dial
So shame on me
And shame on you
I fantasize what we would do
And how would it taste
And the way you move
Some good girls do bad things too
I want this like a cigarette
Can we drag it out and never quit
And oh my god, you are heaven sent
With your dirty mind, yeah, you're perverted
You give me guilty, guilty pleasure
You give me guilty, guilty pleasure
You give me guilty, guilty pleasure
You give me guilty, guilty pleasure
You give me guilty, guilty pleasure
You give me guilty, guilty pleasure
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