Ayesha Erotica Best Friend Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Arms locked in our matching Juicy tracksuits
I used your lip gloss, I don't even gotta ask you
Still young, we've got years to keep on being a mess
You're the best

[Chorus]
Stripping at the bus station, talking 'bout our aspirations
How the hell are we getting home now?
We've only got cocaine and candy bracelets
Used to be so innocent but now we're hot like cinnamon
We're born to sin, yeah, you and me
Yeah, we're what others dream to be
[Post-Chorus]
My best friend, my best friend
My best friend, my best friend
My best friend, my best friend

[Verse 2]
High tops, dancing crazy on the concrete
And if you're driving then you know I'm always front seat
Ice cream and tequila always making a mess, you're the best

[Chorus]
Stripping at the bus station
Talking 'bout our aspirations
How the hell are we getting home now?
We've only got cocaine and candy bracelets Used to be so innocent, but now we're hot like cinnamon
We're born to sin, yeah, you and me
Yeah, we're what others dream to be

[Post-Chorus]
My best friend, my best friend
My best friend, my best friend
My best friend, my best friend

[Bridge]
Best of 'em than all the rest of 'em
You are the season one Lauren to my Heidi
Baby, you are the best of 'em than all the rest of 'em
And wherever you go, you know I'll be
[Chorus]
Stripping at the bus station
Talking 'bout our aspirations
How the hell are we getting home now?
We've only got cocaine and candy bracelets
Used to be so innocent, but now we're hot like cinnamon
We're born to sin, yeah, you and me
Yeah, we're what others dream to be

[Post-Chorus]
My best friend, my best friend
My best friend, my best friend
My best friend, my best friend