[Intro]
These hip bones, tell me baby, are they made trough crunches?
Or have you been skipping lunches to deserve these punches?
Send me pictures, babe I’m on my own, turn me on
It’s our song, let me tape our game, deserve your fame
Tonight I'll promote you bitch, from side to main
And I fuck your brain, beside your body
Intense sexual habits, you got a bad hobby
You want me in your room, you want me in the lobby
Every day Impatient to bend
If you disagree, you just pretend
Play your instrument, sounds like a trend
Large bed size, heartbeats starts to rise
Mask on, hidde your eyes
Fingers slide on sweaty back
Lips play with breathless neck
Breathless lungs, goosebumps
Legs numb, wet belly
Increase speed, get ready…

[Bridge]
Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...
Don't stop! Don't stop!

[Verse 1]
Stop acting, girl, you know it's a fact
That I lack of love, it's written in our contract
Eye contact while you blow your favourite piece
Nymphomania is a hell of a disease
Rest in Peace, dear feelings, i got rid of them
Face covered in sperm, sign the fucking terms
Perform your deepest desire, i'll set your ass on fire
Playing these wicked games till' i retire
​All she wants is the dick, all for the pleasure
She don't mind that my mind is a treasure
She's obssessed with me, interested in me
Depressed if shes not in front of me on her knees..