Sticky Fingers

Lyrics for Sticky Fingers

Uh, hm I look hot as fuck Mean goth bitch, go pull up in a big truck Look for a little, get slapped if you touch Shorts so little that they're flossing my butt like, uh I look hot as fuck Vocal fry like deadpan, what? Rhinestone belt, quartz in the clutch Cotton candy boots with a 7-Eleven slush like Blue raspberry Fruit Roll-Ups Girl, I look "What the fuck?" Hades hot, yup (Mm) I call him hot Cheeto dust I don't want crumbs, got hobbies, no crush like I don't want no crumbs Nutcracker, I'm Tchaikovsky No hot Cheeto dust Wipe my hands, ugh, get off me So what can you do for me That I can't do for myself? Anticlimactic Get your sticky fingers off me You see me and you see heaven You're my personal hell Anticlimactic Get your sticky fingers off me, boy Thigh-high boots to the puss I don't want a city boy scared of the bush Worship my foot Illiterate, I think he's never read a book Sex scene, fog up the screen Showgirl, Bronco, high beams How sweet, you wanna be a team? Ashnikko catch some boyfriend trinkets I don't want no crumbs Nutcracker, I'm Tchaikovsky No hot Cheeto dust Wipe my hands, ugh, get off me So what can you do for me That I can't do for myself? Anticlimactic Get your sticky fingers off me You see me and you see heaven You're my personal hell Anticlimactic Get your sticky fingers off me So what can you do for me That I can't do for myself? Anticlimactic Get your sticky fingers off me You see me and you see heaven You're my personal hell Anticlimactic Get your sticky fingers off me, boy