crying after sex

Xana Morris

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    Hell hath no fury like a woman keeping score
    Yeah, I'm still banging every night at your door, ahh
    And if you let me in I'll show ya I been practicing
    Take what I want then leave you with all the pain

    I've been harbouring cause really what's the harm in it?
    If you don't believe I'm worth saving
    I'll play a part in it
    Yeah, what's the harm in it?
    I'll play a part in it
    Calling me a freak but
    You know you like your part in it

    And every bit of me is desperate for attention
    I'm rewiring a cut-cut-cut connection
    I'm on my knees, yeah I'm just fucking for affection
    I'd do just about anything you mention

    I know I haunt you when it gets dark
    The way I fuck you like a pornstar
    I'm such a good girl with my back arched
    Don't know why I treat my tongue as a weapon
    I lap up your love then I go in for seconds

    But now my tummy hurts
    You only make it worse
    You got my spit between your teeth
    But I never learned to use my words
    The devils underneath, but the girl in me is holier (holier)

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    And I can't stomach the way she's tugging at the safety
    "42 teeth, where's your backbone baby?"
    Won't you devastate me?
    Switch and bait me
    Make it good, make it last
    Entertain me

    Baby, what's the harm in it?
    My body's marvellous
    Yeah, you carve into my marble
    Now you'll never be apart from it
    Ain't that marvellous?
    I'll play a part in it
    Look at how you made me
    Yeah, you love your fucking part in it

    Begging you to pardon it
    Every day I'm hardening sorrows into stone
    Now I'll never get away from it
    Ain't that dangerous?
    Don't have a say in it
    Hold me to my sins but I'm too busy paying his

    Putting out or caving in
    Now I can't do relationships
    Lonely when you hold me
    Don't know why I'm still explaining this

    I hate every game you play
    And hate that I'm still playing it
    Wouldn't call this love cause
    Baby we ain't making it

    Feeding on the guilt and the shame and the way
    You won't ever say sorry, now look where it got me
    I hate how you caught me crying after sex
    I wish I were better to my body

    Better to my body
    (Better to my body)
    I wish, I wish
    Better to my body
    (Caught me)
    Better to my body
    (Crying)
    Better to my
    I wish I were better to my body
    To my body

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    Composition: xana morris, Liam Moes, and Shane Stephenson

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