Lyrics: David Singer/Era Istrefi
Music: David Singer/Era Istrefi/William Vanderhayden
I don't care about your money, or your fancy cars
Some people call me bonnie
I can shoot you like a star
Sweet like honey, sticky like gum
Chew you like a cannibal, red, red rum
Chew you like a cannibal, red, red rum
Chew you like a cannibal, red, red rum
Chew you like a cannibal, red, red rum
Chew you like a cannibal, red, red rum
If you be diablo, then I leave you hollow
Where I go, you follow, so you better act right
My love is bitter sweet, but I can show you heaven
But first get on your knees
Close your eyes and count to seven
I don't care if you a peasant or a king
If you're with me then you're everything
You're too smart for all that drama
Can't fix my heart with all your commas
You drive so fast don't care about my momma
As if we're gonna make it
And I'm to good for all your ********
But you got something that I don't quit
So lets pretend like we're too perfect
As if we're gonna make it
(as if we're gonna make it)
(as if we're gonna make it)
You're too smart for all that drama
Can't fix my heart with all your commas
You drive so fast don't care about my momma
As if we're gonna make it
And I'm to good for all your ********
But you got something that I don't quit
So lets pretend like we're too perfect
As if we're gonna make it
As if we're gonna make it
As if we're gonna make it