Drew Barrymore

I want this forever

Just you in the grotto

With nothin' but your nights on

Keep the fuckin' lights on

Same again tomorrow

We don't need no bottle

Purple color lip-gloss

Room with the Saguaro

Ain't nowhere I would rather be

Right between your holidays

Coffee on the flint stone

Jewelry on the ottoman

Baby, let me in, oh

For I get way too adamant about it

Love the way you shiver

Dig in to my shoulder blades

Feel it when you quiver

Higher level, elevate

You could be the renegade

Bonnie to a Clyde

Harrelson and Juliette

Legends never die

The TV hasn't worked in ages

Probably got a shorted cable

Way too busy fucking on the sofa or the kitchen table

Is my vision hazy?

You look like you're someone famous

'Cause you're the next Drew Barry

And I want more, yeah

And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for

'Cause you're the next Drew Barry, yeah

And I want more

And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for, yeah

'Cause you're something like the summer

Kinda like a hurricane

Sweepin' through the desert

Hot Americana rain fallin'

Wearing nothing but my Lauryn Hill shirt

It's kinda baggy on you, baby, but it work

The AC hasn't worked in ages

I could probably read the label

Way too busy fucking on the counter or the coffee table

Am I hallucinating?

Why do you look hella famous?

'Cause you're the next Drew Barry

And I want more, yeah

And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for

'Cause you're the next Drew Barry, yeah

And I want more

And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for

I wanna make

Every single moment for you great

Fly away to Cairo or LA

Girl, I want it now, don't wanna waste time, waste time

I wanna make, yeah

Every single moment for you great, yeah

Fly away to Cairo or LA, uh

Girl, I want it now, don't wanna waste time

'Cause you're the next Drew Barry

And I want more, yeah

And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for

You're the next Drew Barry, yeah

And I want more

And all these other girls keep wonderin' what I fuck with you for