3 years ago
The Guest
Lyrics
My eyes have fallen from face to chest
And then the rest
I like your shoes
Take 'em off
Please do
Have a seat
I'll clear a chair
Be my guest
I like your hair
It's warm here
Dry logs on the fire
And a dog who knows his name
We're glad you came
We like your attire
Hold on
I'll get you a drink
You've come far; your cheeks get pink
There's rice in the fridge
I think
I like your voice
It's word-class
I got no choice
You can sing like a bird
And I like birds
And dirty words
Curl
Girl
Fuck
Change
Stop
Grace
Face
Chase
Lace
Christ
Haste
Taste
I like your face
Writer(s): Colleen Collins, David White
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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