Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cruel Intentions, artist - Delacey.
Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cruel Intentions |
I like sex, I like flowers, I like attention |
Don't ever put me second |
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of Heaven |
So stop talking, pull my stockings down |
You're my cruel intention |
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of, this side of, this side of Heaven |
Uh, think you got me, but the problem is |
I'm already here but I see the play I just been watching this |
Happy to see the way you call me everyday, its obvious |
Plus it's 2AM you know what time it is |
You just wanna have me come and chase you, boost your confidence |
Shower you with flowers, give you all these daily compliments, yeah |
Careful if you fall in love, then it's gon' be a consequence |
We keep going it's no turning back, it ain't no stopping us |
Had you at "I'm Gerald what's your name?" |
Burning in a flame, a little fling you turn into a game |
And since we started fucking, it's never been the same |
The idea of stopping, I can't even entertain |
You driving me insane, craziest I met |
Drinking champagne, we started fucking on a jet |
Took you to the Mile High, then we start to sweat |
I got you in a bag but you still play hard to get, uh |
I like sex, I like flowers, I like attention |
Don't ever put me second |
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of Heaven |
So stop talking, pull my stockings down |
You're my cruel intention |
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of, this side of, this side of Heaven |
This side of Heaven |
Yeah, when you over this is light work |
Love that when you put them heel on, with that tight skirt |
Sleeping over almost every night, wake up in my shirt |
If we make it official, I think maybe this could might work |
Fuck the heavy shit, tho' we livin' in this moment |
It's not even mine but I treat it like I own it |
Six missed calls, but ain't tripping, where your phone went? |
Ain't thinkin' bout that now, nothing matters now, got you so wet |
Light a couple candles in the room, pop some Moet |
Every single night I'm tryna go where we ain't go yet |
Finishes, she clinches like she ain't ready go yet |
Yeah, I mean you crazy and you know that |
Yeah crazier than me, keep on playin' mind games |
I ain't got time for that shit, it give me migraines |
Only the realness, it's what's runnin' through my veins |
And every time I'm in that, she always screamin' my name |
I like sex, I like flowers, I like attention |
Don't ever put me second |
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of Heaven |
So stop talking, pull my stockings down |
You're my cruel intention |
I bet you won't find nothing feels this good this side of, this side of, this side of Heaven |
So let me take you there |
You ain't seen this side of Heaven |
This side of Heaven |
This side of Heaven |
Oh, oh-oh, oh |
Oh-oh, woah |
This side of Heaven |