You're wasting your time She says only the lonely Born in my life Saw me lost in the moment And down on my knees As I beg and I plea For some time in your sheets So I can get what I need, oh yeah Straight struck by her figure Plot worsen shower curtain As she pull Bernard's trigger And I hope and I pray That it's gonna fit her But with Marlboro lips How the fuck am I gonna quit her? Oh yeah But late in the night I'm wondering like Who are you, are you, baby? The thorn in my side, or just my type? I know it's wrong But I still want this Bad love, too much, your touch My lonely heart can't get enough, no She, she sit there making fun of my tendency To fumble buttons Frequency of quickly coming To make me feel like I'm yours, oh And me, I push my friends against the fence She on the hunt for finger prints Or circumstantial evidence The things I'll do just to score Late in the night I'm wondering like Who are you, are you, baby? The thorn in my side, or just my type? Oh, hoo I know it's wrong But I still want this My bad love, too much, your touch My lonely heart can't get enough Talking sweet sins, wet wick Calling my bluffs like text and sex I feel the same, homicidal thoughts and growing pains