Private transactions through glass doors
Oh you tell me
You like fucking on the floor
Barista boy in the coffee shop
Free espresso shots
To keep you up till the morning
Whoa you should take a photo
Whoa oh a hit to the ego
Blur out the faces and
Fake love
Fake love
Taste for tannins in your stimulus check
I can't pronounce french
Stuff your mouth till the clock strikes twelve
Hand stuck in the fan
Because it hurts too much
Just to get a good fuck
You're asleep standing up
Whoa you should take a photo
Whoa-oh a hit to the ego
Blur out the faces and
Fake love
Fake love
Whoa you should take a photo
Whoa oh a hit to the ego
Blur out the faces and
Fake love
Fake love
Together, collapse in pleasure
Nature makes it easy sometimes
Inanimate weapons for trauma
Guess that's what we're working with right now
Whoa you should take a photo
Whoa oh a hit to the ego
Blur out the faces and
Fake love
Fake love
Fake love
Fake love
Fake love
Fake love
