Sticky Fingers

I look hot as fuck
Mean goth bitch go pull up in a big truck
Look for a little, get slapped if you touch
Shirt so little that it floss on my butt like

I look hot as fuck
Vocal fry like deadpan, what?
Rhinestone belt, quartz in the clutch
Cotton candy boobs with a seven and a slush
Like blue raspberry fruit roll ups
Girl, I look: What the fuck?
Hades hot, yup
I call him hot cheeto dust
I don't want crumbs
Got hobbies, no crush like

I don't want no crumbs
Nutcracker, I'm Tchaikovsky
No, hot cheeto dust
Wipe my hands, ugh, get off me

So what can you do for me?
That I can't do for myself
Anticlimatic
Oh, take your sticky fingers off me
You see me and you see heaven
You're my personal hell
Anticlimatic
Oh, take your sticky fingers off me, boy

Thigh-high boots to the puss
I don't want a city boy, he's scared of a bush
Worship my foot
Illiterate, I think he's never read a book
Sex scene, fog up the screen
Showgirl, Bronco, hot beans
How sweet, you wanna be a team?
Ashnikko got some boyfriend-trinkets

I don't want no crumbs
Nutcracker, I'm Tchaikovsky
No, hot cheeto dust
Wipe my hands, ugh, get off me

So what can you do for me?
That I can't do for myself
Anticlimatic
Oh, take your sticky fingers off me
You see me and you see heaven
You're my personal hell
Anticlimatic
Oh, take your sticky fingers off me, boy
So what can you do for me?
That I can't do for myself
Anticlimatic
Oh, take your sticky fingers off me
You see me and you see heaven
You're my personal hell
Anticlimatic
Oh, take your sticky fingers off me, boy