LYRIC
Found with a hand in the pot
Palms full
Everything got
Gold skin on summer's eve
Shed tees and white teeth
I'll take what I want
I'll concede to all my faults
Dirty Jeans and tongues pretend to talk
I won't feel guilty when you kiss me
Love is malleable and it bends like a body
Legs wrapped around me
The Gated Garden is a myth I can't conceive
And I know where I'll sleep
I'll take what I want
I want
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