Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Favourite Sweater , by - BRÅVES. Release date: 04.07.2018
Song language: English
Favourite Sweater |
| Unconventional sexual, sexual bad times |
| Feed me lies, I’m the actor and you’re the director |
| Give me consensual barely unbearable sex crimes |
| You’ll be Meg like I am your Dexter |
| You animal, my with your cannibal eyes |
| I fit inside of you like you’re my favourite sweater |
| On with the show, you’re the host of my sex life |
| I fit inside of you like you’re my favourite sweater |
| Baby, you got legs like you’re Santana |
| Baby, take a solo, touch yourself |
| Hey, you got that voodoo. |
| Who do? |
| You do |
| Baby, you’re so fly like the apparatus |
| Take you for the landing, gear the stars |
| Hey, you got that voodoo. |
| Who do? |
| You do |
| Never enough, your womanly magic |
| How hard to love, you’re my favourite sweater |
| Never enough, |
| I fit inside of you like you’re my favourite sweater |
| In my confession, love and discretion’s a fine wine |
| Serve you up and I eat you like Hannibal Lector |
| You’re irresistible when you’re bent over like A9 |
| You’re the catcher and I polish my thresher |
| You animal, my with your cannibal eyes |
| I fit inside of you like you’re my favourite sweater |
| On with the show, you’re the host of my sex life |
| I fit inside of you like you’re my favourite sweater |
| Baby, you got legs like you’re Santana |
| Baby, take a solo, touch yourself |
| Hey, you got that voodoo. |
| Who do? |
| You do |
| Baby, you’re so fly like the apparatus |
| Take you for the landing, gear the stars |
| Hey, you got that voodoo. |
| Who do? |
| You do |
| Never enough, your womanly magic |
| How hard to love, you’re my favourite sweater |
| Never enough, |
| I fit inside of you like you’re my favourite sweater |
| Baby, you got legs like you’re Santana |
| Baby, take a solo, touch yourself |
| Hey, you got that voodoo. |
| Who do? |
| You do |
| Baby, you’re so fly like the apparatus |
| Take you for the landing, gear the stars |
| Hey, you got that voodoo. |
| Who do? |
| You do |
| Never enough, your womanly magic |
| How hard to love, you’re my favourite sweater |
| Never enough, |
| I fit inside of you like you’re my favourite sweater |