Porcelain Doll With Platforms

"You're such a wannabe" (wannabe)

It's okay sweetheart, no ones watching

Ay, ay
There's a rise on on the nightstand
Feeling all the time with you
Hurtin' more than you'd like to
I can tell that it's new
'Cause the body language is higher than you
Its speaking loudly

Body on top of me
I feel it falling down
And I'm grazing your face with my fingertips
I'm dancing all around your body
Which means, I'ma cope with this
Doin' things that I shouldn't admit (hmm, ha)
I love the way you feel
Ay

Made of porcelain
Face of a doll, full of scratches and dust
You're hurting
Hurting
I can tell