Ethel Cain

Vacillator
You’re so smooth If you want, you can burn me And I won’t move You won’t lose me to thunder or lightning But you could to crowded rooms I like that sound you make When you’re clawing at the edge, and without escape Do you like that, baby? I can make you cum twenty times a day Close the door, let me in If you love me, keep it to yourself If you love me, keep it to yourself If you love me, keep it to yourself If you love me, keep it to yourself If you love me, then keep it to yourself If you love me, then keep it to yourself Keep it to yourself If you love me, then keep it to yourself From Letras Mania