Your Will Or Whatever

Proper isn’t what you call this
Infatuation, let it ring
Oh, the walls are singing as she bites her lip and smiles up at me
Body turns so she twists the bed sheets
A writing code, she wants me to know
That she’s ready
And I’m ready to go Sitting on the hot seat
Crown me s***
Rely on the senses
That don’t have a face
I belong to you
I belong to you
You’re sitting on the hot seat
I’ll crown you s***
Kiss me your majesty
At your will or whatever
I belong to you
I belong to you
Decent isn’t what you call this
Bodies craving
Bodies hot and shimmering
Oh, I love your singing
I feel as if I should be the one to Entwined here in shape and rhythm
I read the stories your body tells
Like the things you need
And the things you’ll give me Baby you’re beautiful
But you’re dangerous when you know it And you know it Because it’s written on my mouth
And you taste it Sitting on the hot seat
Crown me s***
Rely on the senses
That don’t have a face
I belong to you
I belong to you
You’re sitting on the hot seat
I’ll crown you s***
Kiss me, your majesty
At your will or whatever
I belong to you
I belong to you
Baby you’re beautiful
But you’re dangerous when you know it And you know it Because it’s written on my mouth
And you taste it Baby you’re beautiful
But you’re dangerous when you know it And you know it Because it’s written on my mouth
And I taste it Sitting on the hot seat
Crown me s***
Rely on the senses
That don’t have a face
I belong to you
I belong to you
You’re sitting on the hot seat
I’ll crown you s***
Kiss me, your majesty
At your will or whatever
I belong to you
I belong to you