CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : She Tastes Like
"And now it's time for a breakdown"
Close your eyes and picture girls
Body like a [?]
Spit another mixture
Missed calls from her mister
Hold up
Or should I say hung up on an X-Man
'Nightcrawler cause he never loved us, so'
We laying under covers [?], this is Law and Order
If she killing with no jeans that makes me the prosecutor
Just tell me
Tell me who I [?]
Loaded with Sandy Hooks aiming [?]
School, I'm the teacher [?]
I'm the answer to her every lеsson
While you preach about the pu**y
I'm thе one to do the blessing
All she eats is lettuce, so she gets to undressing
"She tastes like wine
She tastes like midnight
She tastes like wine"
Yeah, she tastes like Newports and cherry bombs
Plus, she's sweaty because she's been dancing to every song
When it comes on she yells 'that's my jam' (that's my jam)
Dances with her friends, she doesn't need a man
Never been about games, like a puzzle
Doesn't care when I flirt because she's on the same hustle
And I got nothing but respect for that
She got devil horns, with an angel tatt
Looking like America's top models
Doesn't like to take shots, rather drink from the bottle (me too)
So I holler, even just to say hi (Hey)
And I swear, I swear ("She tastes like midnight")
And it's looking like two, that's bar closing, she still wants something to do
So I take her to my room, don't know how to say it right
But, that's the first night I found out what she tastes like
"She tastes like midnight
She tastes like wine
She tastes like midnight
She tastes like wine"
She tastes like steak bites with great white, ain't that a shock
Grab my [?], drop the code for the padlock
I cannot stop it, my Dad is knocking on the door
'Now get to bed, your meds will be ready right in the morn
Now go to sleep', I slowly creep to the window
As the wind's rushing, I'm still clutching my pillow
Scared sh*tless, there sits this nice little-height–middle–white–giggle-at-me–but-you'll-get-a-piece girl
Don't fiddle with me, I jump out, in a pitiful T—
Shirt, but it works (yeah)
We're civil as kings, I get a little tickle
And I'm f**king literally... speechless
Each kiss as my feet dig deeper
Lower in the grave, I'm going to be a sleeper
Hoe is in her name, sorta plays right
I can't think of the thing she sorta taste like ("She tastes like midnight")
She tastes like wine ("She tastes like wine")
Close your eyes and picture girls
Body like a [?]
Spit another mixture
Missed calls from her mister
Hold up
Or should I say hung up on an X-Man
'Nightcrawler cause he never loved us, so'
We laying under covers [?], this is Law and Order
If she killing with no jeans that makes me the prosecutor
Just tell me
Tell me who I [?]
Loaded with Sandy Hooks aiming [?]
School, I'm the teacher [?]
I'm the answer to her every lеsson
While you preach about the pu**y
I'm thе one to do the blessing
All she eats is lettuce, so she gets to undressing
"She tastes like wine
She tastes like midnight
She tastes like wine"
Yeah, she tastes like Newports and cherry bombs
Plus, she's sweaty because she's been dancing to every song
When it comes on she yells 'that's my jam' (that's my jam)
Dances with her friends, she doesn't need a man
Never been about games, like a puzzle
Doesn't care when I flirt because she's on the same hustle
And I got nothing but respect for that
She got devil horns, with an angel tatt
Looking like America's top models
Doesn't like to take shots, rather drink from the bottle (me too)
So I holler, even just to say hi (Hey)
And I swear, I swear ("She tastes like midnight")
And it's looking like two, that's bar closing, she still wants something to do
So I take her to my room, don't know how to say it right
But, that's the first night I found out what she tastes like
"She tastes like midnight
She tastes like wine
She tastes like midnight
She tastes like wine"
She tastes like steak bites with great white, ain't that a shock
Grab my [?], drop the code for the padlock
I cannot stop it, my Dad is knocking on the door
'Now get to bed, your meds will be ready right in the morn
Now go to sleep', I slowly creep to the window
As the wind's rushing, I'm still clutching my pillow
Scared sh*tless, there sits this nice little-height–middle–white–giggle-at-me–but-you'll-get-a-piece girl
Don't fiddle with me, I jump out, in a pitiful T—
Shirt, but it works (yeah)
We're civil as kings, I get a little tickle
And I'm f**king literally... speechless
Each kiss as my feet dig deeper
Lower in the grave, I'm going to be a sleeper
Hoe is in her name, sorta plays right
I can't think of the thing she sorta taste like ("She tastes like midnight")
She tastes like wine ("She tastes like wine")
