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Artiste:
Banks
Titre:
Stroke
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You want me, you want me Want me to stroke your ego Beg for it, beg for it I got the touch, placebo Nothin' that you wouldn't do Ride it, get back in my room 'Cause that's what narcissists do You want me, you want me Want me to stroke Say it's hard to breathe inside my ocean I gave you the deep, but you're still floating You would let me drown to save your own life Don't think I can't see your soul is soaking It's always in my head Everything is always about you You tell me you're a book that I misread You just wanna tell me what to do, ooh whoa oh You want me, you want me Want me to stroke your ego Beg for it, beg for it I got the touch, placebo Nothin' that you wouldn't do Ride it, get back in my room 'Cause that's what narcissists do You want me, you want me Want me to stroke Stroke Girl, the way you moan, you make a symphony I left it open, the thing got steeper Even though you wanna be sweet, could call me savory He tried to wonder and the wound got deeper It's always in my head Everything is always about you (You used to think that I'm yours) You tell me you're a book that I misread (You always said I was your type) (You say you wanna spend time) You just wanna tell me what to do, ooh whoa oh (You wanna give it to me right) Tell me you're so good at it, good at it You say don't wanna quit, and you You say you won't run out of love, out of love Say you got enough of it for two I'm ended up, you been invited You've been tellin' me, now I'm afraid You're running up to the table invited You want a taste of my lemonade, yeah You want me, you want me Want me to stroke your ego Beg for it, beg for it I got the touch, placebo Nothin' that you wouldn't do Ride it, get back in my room 'Cause that's what narcissists do You want me, you want me Want me to stroke