Carolina Herrera

Watching you half-naked on my phone
Zoomed in on that mark my mouth left
Then my finger itched to hit you up, again
Baby, I'm already in the car sending a voice message
Listen with no one around, princess
You in red lingerie
A hand's breadth away from my body
Makes my bed see stars

Let's fog up the mirror
I want your Carolina Herrera on my pillow
Tonight, as long as there's the moon, you won't stop
I want that version of you that's worth nothing
Sometimes nothing

No one told you to put on a love show
My mischief misses the wicked things
You do shamelessly

No one told
No one told