Lyrics Fangs - Matt Champion

Fangs

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