Wicked

They say there's no, uh, rest for the wicked
But you slept on me, baby
You the wickedest
If I had a dime for every time
We'd be millionaires
I know that would make you happy

Stress on my body, you done damage
But it's probably cigarettes
You apologize but yet, not a single tear
So, don't ever say you're sorry

I'm still holding on
Hold, hold, hold on
Hold, hold, hold on
Independent, never let a man own you
Making love is when I put my hands on you
Hold, hold, I'm still-
Still holding on
Hold, hold
Making love is when I put my hands on you
Tell me that you love me from a bird's eye view

Your beauty and the pain
Something like silver rain
But there's a silver lining
Instead of pulling back
I'd rather let it go

I guess you're in control, clipped and stuck on the leash
It gets harder to say and that's what bothers me
I was harder to tame
'Til I was blinded

I'm still holding on
Hold, hold, hold on
Hold, hold, hold on
Independent, never let a man own you
Making love is when I put my hands on you
Hold, hold, I'm still-
Still holding on
Hold, hold, hold on
Making love is when I put my hands on you
Tell me that you love me from a bird's eye view