Lyrics: Tristan Williams
Music: Tristan Marcelle
Invite me to
your living room
You ask me softly
Will I light up with you, will I light up with you
You stare me down
You make it known
How bad you want me
To give it up for you, will I open up for you?
But honestly
I’m tired of being outside of all these walls you hide behind
It’s just been
Too hard for me
This game of tryna get inside your mind
Inside your mind
You’ve got all these feelings
You’re concealing
So it’s clear to me
That you’re not ready, baby
And I’m so tired of playing
But though I know our history
When you kiss me
Like you missed me all this time
It feels so complicated
Ooh, you intoxicate me
Because the sex, it feels like love letters
Like written by candlelight
Like written laid up at night
So even though I know, I know, I know better
Can’t help but romanticize
And hope that you get it right
I said I swear the sex, it feels like love letters
Like written by candlelight
Like written laid up at night
So even though I know, I know, I know better
I can’t help but fantasize
Bout what we might do tonight
I’ll give you one more chance to get it right
One more chance to make me feel it
I'll give you one more chance to get it right
To get it right, to get it right
(Every time you call I give you)
I’ll give you one more chance to get it right
One more chance to make me feel it
I'll give you one more chance to get it right
To get it right, to get it right
I'll give you one more...