Fangs - Matt Champion

She rolled up in the Beamer, couldn’t have looked cleaner

Skin like coffee, colour with lil' creamer

Sin City since I been thinkin' all of these thoughts in my head,

she’d probably shoot me dead

God-damn, she got the hoops on

Hair bunned up in two just like a nunchuck

Would I give a fuck?

I needed to cheer myself up

But I fell in love right when she said

«I wanna count the freckles on your face»

«Rearrange 'em, put 'em in the same place»

I’m obsessed, I’m obsessed

I’m obsessed

Little fangs, oh, little fangs, oh

Little fangs, little fangs

Little fangs, little fangs, little fangs

Don’t you take her fangs

Little fangs, little fangs

I’ll never let go

Never take a bet, no

He’s dancing on your lips, oh

Grab her by her titty, feels nice

We don’t let go

Never take a bet, no

He’s dancing on your lips, oh

Grab her by her titty, feels nice

We don’t

Yeah, I picture you suckin' it on the sofa

Eyes rolled back, somethin' like a coma

Pick you up, ride around to my favorite albums

Hit me up, cut me off, who be next?

Break a text, freeze frame

Grab your head, freeze frame

Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel

Never feel real, never feel real

How was I supposed to know

Ow-oh, that you only wanted me tonight?

Little fangs, oh, little fangs, oh

Little fangs, little fangs

Little fangs, little fangs, little fangs

Don’t you take her fangs

Little fangs, little fangs

I’ll never let go

Never take a bet, no

He’s dancing on your lips, oh

Grab her by her titty, feels nice

We don’t let go

Never take a bet, no

He’s dancing on your lips, oh

Grab her by her titty, feels nice

We don’t

Put yo hands up if ya ever been in love

I know I hate it, I hate it as much as you, oh, oh

Baby put your hands up if ya ever, if ya ever

If ya ever been in, in love