White Glove

Let's talk about love Let's talk about this Sex, money and drugs Flick, flick of the wrist Everything, white glove Everything sand-quick Got the Midas touch Fuck you think this is? Hey-yo Where'd you come from, where'd you go? If you're ready, let me know Make you wish you stayed at home Know you want me, say so Take it off, make it feel light Make you swallow all that pride Take you up to higher heights But tonight there's snow on the floor, honey, I can't see straight Hands on the door, tryna break in, earthquake Pour on the floor, make the whole house shake Who needs friends anyway? Let's talk about love Let's talk about this Sex, money and drugs Flick, flick of the wrist Everything, white glove (hey) Everything sand-quick (hey) Got the Midas touch (hey) Fuck you think this is? (Hey, yeah) It's a slippery slope and a heavy dose of heaven knows She stayed at home so he took Maddie where they hang the coats She's soprano, the way she hit that high C note (ah!) But I guess that's how it goes Snow on the floor, honey, I can't see straight Hands on the door, tryna break in, earthquake Pour on the floor, make the whole house shake Who needs friends anyway? Let's talk about love Let's talk about this Sex, money and drugs Flick, flick of the wrist Everything, white glove (hey) Everything sand-quick (hey) Got the Midas touch (hey) Fuck you think this is? (Hey, yeah) (White glove, white glove, white glove) (White, it goes, it goes, it) (White glove, white glove, white glove) (White, it goes, it goes, it goes) Ah! (White glove) (White glove, white glove) (White, it goes, it goes, it) (White glove, white glove, white glove) (It goes, it goes)