M.I.L.F.

Curiosity killed me, asking questions sure done fooled the cat
What’s ya number, what’s ya name, where the hell do you be at ?
We should just be past this, thought I said the last time
You ain’t got a reason to be up and out at midnight
You melt in the rain, whether a witch or made of sugar
Surely you would know that you’re one hell of a looker
And every time you look around it seems like one for the books
With a face that makes me sing alladeez hooks

It must be something in the water you drink
I bet your mother is a milf or something else
And I know when I use my eyes to peep these beautiful things
I can’t ever put this story on the shelf

“It must be something in the water I drink
They call my mother a milf, or something else”

Cause you got me thinking this art
Thinking lovey dovey stuff ain’t this hard
I’m hoping that you miss me or at least my kissed heart
You’re just the one and I couldn’t ever want a restart
We could play forever, just keep shuffling up these cards

I’m an eyesore and an ear sore and yet you still deal with me
If that’s not love then tell me what the hells the equivalent
I’m hoping that you still stay with me and end up my boo
And if you truly think you love me well then I love you too

It must be something in the water you drink
I bet your mother is a milf or something else
And I know when I use my eyes to peep these beautiful things
I can’t ever put this story on the shelf