Low

Don’t cross your arms away from me
I think we should talk, I think you should leave
You’ve got a face that makes me feel cold
I’ve got a place where we can lay low
I prefer better though I prefer you
I used to be sweeter but I prefer you
I prefer better though I prefer you
I prefer, I prefer you
You’ve gotta be meaner if you mean it this time
With a ruthless mouth and delicious mind
Maybe I’m bored or maybe it’s you
It might be good if we could be two
I prefer better though I prefer you
I used to be sweeter but I prefer you
I prefer better though I prefer you
I prefer, I prefer you
Low, low, low, low
Low, low, low, low