(feat. Kathleen Hanna)
More, more, more
More
More
More
Baby got, got me ticking like a stop clock
Baby got, got me dripping like a washcloth
Baby got, got the high socks a crop top
Baby got, got me sucking on a gum drop
If you need me, I’ll be out on the floor
You’re in my head, and now I want you some more
You call me up and it’s a quarter to four
I’m not ready to go, I’m all gone
We want the fun and every bit of summer sun
And we can ride the music on our way to now
We love the sounds, they’re shining in full colour
We can decide to burn it all down
If you need me, I’ll be out on the floor
(Out on the floor)
You’re in my head, and now I want you some more
(Want you some more)
You call me up and it’s a quarter to four
(Quarter to four)
I’m not ready to go, I’m all gone
I’m not ready to go, I’m all gone
Gonna take you out
Wanna know you better
Gonna lose control
Distance can’t change the weather
Gonna write this down
Put it in a letter
I’m lettin’ you be the answer
Oh baby, please be the answer
You call me up and it’s a—
You call me up and it’s a—
—I’m all gone
If you need me, I’ll be out on the floor
(Out on the floor)
You’re in my head, and now I want you some more
(Want you some more)
You call me up and it’s a quarter to four
(Quarter to four)
I’m not ready to go, I’m all gone
If you need me, I’ll be out on the floor
(Out on the floor)
You’re in my head, and now I want you some more
(Want you some more)
You call me up and it’s a quarter to four
(Quarter to four)
I’m not ready to go, I’m all gone
I’m not ready to go, I’m all gone
Other lyrics by Towa Bird:
69 BPM
Can I read between your lines? Feel your echo on my palm You’re the one I want if I ever need someone Body like the hills of Medellin Bend you over while I make you …
Afterglow
Eyes closed Your body’s so deep In your linen sheets Can’t barely breathe We’re so close A sweeter kind of sin Will you let me in? I’m holding on …
All Gone
(feat. Kathleen Hanna) More, more, more More More More Baby got, got me ticking like a stop clock Baby got, got me dripping like a washcloth Baby got, got the high socks …
Daisy
There you go Have it your way I’ll compromise for a disco ball I suppose Whatever you say I guess I should trust you after all Don’t you look at me like that …
Dirty Habit
Twenty-four living in your family home Call in the help so that you’re never alone It’s so hard in your Beverly Hills Guess you’ll never really know …