Two Lips (Acoustic)

Come on, come on, come on, come come on.
 Sleeping in my bed at night
 Tell her, turn the lights down low
 Trying to figure out my mind
 She always wonder where I go.
 Oh, making Good music, coming home with a pocket full of tulips.
 Try to point at me now like cupid
 Trying end up in that pussy like two lips.
 She want it off, my head.
 Want it off, my head, my head
 Can we both, forget
 Baby I don't know.
 Want me more or less
 Want me more or less, or less
 Is it all for sex?
 Baby, I hope so.
 So tell me what you want, what you really really want.
 I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me.
 So tell me what you want from me. oh
 I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck.
 You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me.
 So tell me what you want from me. ohh
 Sitting in the hotel lobby
 You never get me off my phone
 Treat me like a paparazzi
 I show up then I got to go.
 Make good music,
 Everybody that I'm meeting is a doofus.
 They try to point an arrow at me like cupid
 Tryna end up in that pussy like two lips.
 She want it off, my head.
 Want it off, my head, my head
 Can we both, forget
 Baby I don't know.
 Want me more or less
 Want me more or less, or less
 Is it all for sex?
 Baby, I hope so.
 I hope you tell me what you want, what you really really want.
 I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me.
 So tell me what you want from me. oh
 I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck.
 You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me.
 So tell me what you want from me. ohh
 Give me some bad advice
 I hate when you ask me over
 You drunk off a glass of wine
 no wonder im acting sober
 So cut me off of your life
 And leave me like class is over
 When day goes, and night comes
 I still be your casanova
 So tell me what you want, what you really really want.
 I ain't got time, if you think that you're in love, with me.
 So tell me what you want from me. oh
 I ain't got time, if you really wanna fuck.
 You're bitching all the time, that you never get enough from me.
 So tell me what you want from me. ohh
 Give me some bad advice
 I hate when you ask me over
 You drunk off a glass of wine
 no wonder im acting sober
 So cut me off of your life
 And leave me like class is over
 When day goes, and night comes
 I still be your casanova