If you were here with me,
I’d have you bent over this tombstone
Or lay you out by the pool with some Doors on
I’d have that fucking ass owned

If you were here with me,
We’d be slipping out into the unknown
Like tripping out in the garage or the front lawn
I’d keep your fucking mind blown

If you were here with me,
I’d place you straight upon the queens throne
Give anyone two to the chest like I’m Capone
Or have their fucking mouth sewn

Shut shut shut

So shut your pretty mouth
This ain’t the fucking South
The ain’t the 50s baby
You ain’t that fucking lady
Just good for bedside service
And I’m gonna need it on the daily

If you were here with me,
I’d have you bent over in this backseat
Sending chills up your thigh with this backbeat
And I’d keep it on repeat

If you were here with me,
We’d be 50 stories high in this suite
It’s a long way back down to the concrete
I’d keep you dressed in white sheets

If you were here with me,
I’d keep you up all night
We may never sleep
Get you crawling across the floor
We’d be neck deep
In all the secrets that you’d want to keep

Shut shut shut

So shut your pretty mouth
You know what I’m about
This ain’t the 80s baby
You ain’t that fucking lady
Just good for bedside service
And I’m gonna need it on the daily

So shut your pretty mouth
You know what I’m about
This ain’t the 90s baby
You ain’t that fucking lady
Just good for bedside service
And I’m gonna need it on the daily