CELO (intercourse) (part. Rod Roche)

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message

Yeah
What’s up, babe? I’ve been calling you
You didn’t pick up
Don’t act like that, alright?
What’s got you all worked up?

If you’re not with me, I get uneasy
I cry alone and wanna smell your skin
Kiss you on the ass, leave you broken
And your boobs smelling like bleach (hahaha)
If you want, I’ll put on a porno
And we can talk about some raunchy stuff (uh)
Better not look me in the eyes (nothing)
'Cause if I catch you, I’ll take you (give)

I’m hungry for you, babe (sigh)
I put mayo on my pastrami sandwich (ah)
Or do you prefer to play a game
And I’ll tear up your net (applause) with the Jabulani

If I’m an artist and you’re a squirter
Let’s drown in your tsunami (ah)
If you’re flexible
I’ll fold you up like origami

If you want a pickle, open up
Cool off with Uncle Rich
Hurry up, I brought some blow
And with you, I get all frisky (inhale)

She gets divine when I hype her up
With two lines of crico
I’ll leave your ass orange-red
Like the Golden Gate Bridge

It’s almost dawn
She wants to keep going after we fuck (ah)
And I want to disappear
But I have no idea where I left my phone

You said it was just a quickie
And we’ve already gone through two bottles of whiskey (when)
Next time you ask for a sip
You’ll have to cover your tits (cover them)

I don’t want bribes, snakes, witches, or brooms
I don’t believe in chatterboxes
In the bedroom, we leave the fox
I just wanted you to cum

We’re neither besties nor lovers (none of that)
But you’re the beast, my wolf (it’s you)
Doesn’t matter if you’re wet or marking the spot
'Cause dogs don’t fall in love
Ah
Don’t mess with me