Remi Wolf Liquor Store Lyrics

You can go if you want to
But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope
'Cause you like having sex like an animal
And I keep thinking you're running away from

You got an ice cream cone on your leg, motherf*cker
I got two fish kissing on my clit, motherf*cker
I got headaches on headaches on headaches all day
But the handshakes are chasing my troubles away

I'm a thrift store baddie with my booty on the sink
I'm a shitty ex-nanny with my marbles on the brink
Spillin' all over the carpet, the kitchen floor
You clean them up with a mop and the liquor store

Liquor store, 'cause I want morе, carnivore
Eating my heart out, liquor store
'Causе I always want more walking into the liquor store
Into the liquor store
'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store

Got a fire in my lungs and my legs keep runnin' And the headlock, knocked up, babies keep comin'
And the fantasy, what that we
Keep makin' up, keep f*ckin' up
Keep dreamin' up, keep talkin' 'bout
Ooh, ooh, ooh

We got short legs, long legs, everybody big legs
Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate?
You, motherf*cker, you, you, motherf*cker
You, motherf*cker, you, you, motherf*cker

You can go if you want to
But you know my mind will be walking a tight rope
'Cause you like having sex like an animal
And I keep thinking you're running away from me

I'm three steps ahead of you
And now I'm waking up to a nightmare
'Cause you like getting in bed with the enemy
And I keep thinking you're running away, ayy

Running away, hey
Running away, hey
Running away, hey
Running away, hey