| He wants to give her everything she wants
|
| All of the sins in her mind
|
| All of her enemies falling and crying, yeah
|
| All of the tear drops on her tongue
|
| It’s in her conscience that whatever God gives her someone to mourn
|
| Who cares what God is or what a guitar is, or that you were born, ooh
|
| Monki, monki, ooh-ooh-ooh, oooh-oooh, he wanted you
|
| Monki, monki, ooh-ooh-ooh, oooh-oooh, he wanted you
|
| And when he stops saying thing you want to hear
|
| Pull up your knickers in a mood
|
| He wants to outclass these crass devotees
|
| Deletes your picture from his phone
|
| It’s in his conscience that musical notes give him, someone to mourn
|
| Who cares what God is or what a guitar is, or that you were born, ooh
|
| Monki, monki, ooh-ooh-ooh, oooh-oooh, she wanted you
|
| Monki, monki, ooh-ooh-ooh, oooh-oooh, she wanted you
|
| It’s in his conscience that musical notes give him, someone to mourn
|
| Who cares what God is or what a guitar is, or that you were born, ooh
|
| Monki, monki, ooh-ooh-ooh, oooh-oooh, she wanted you
|
| Monki, monki, ooh-ooh-ooh, oooh-oooh, she wanted you |