God Help Me (Love Song)
She tastes like spaghetti
She tastes like lipstick
Lipstick spaghetti, yeah
And when she wraps her legs around my legs
And her locks around my locks
God help me, I must be bad in love
She’s like orange peel zest
She’s like bad itch
Orange peel itch, in a good way
Yeah
And when she’s bothered, it’s good
Like a minx good
She’s within me, beside me, beside herself
God help me, this must be a love song
God help me, I’m bad in love
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