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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sadie Fine
Sadie Fine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sadie Fine
Sadie Fine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stefan Skarbek
Stefan Skarbek
Producer
Owen Louis
Owen Louis
Producer

Lyrics

This night I called your phone Guess nobody was home And I usually don't give a fuck About anybody pickin' up except you Act like I am crazy (act like I am crazy) But maybe it's 'cause lately (maybe it's 'cause lately) I haven't got much sleep Thinkin' 'bout how you and me All the possibilities Of your hands on my hands on my hips And those big, red, soft, juicy lips Now I'm addicted to this shit I can't call it quits I wanna be more than friends with benefits (friends with benefits) Want you to call me yours Stop messin' with these other whores You can claim me like an animal Treat me like a baby doll Whatever it takes for you to fall Act like I am crazy (act like I am crazy) But maybe it's 'cause lately (maybe it's 'cause lately) I haven't got much sleep Thinkin' 'bout how you and me All the possibilities Of your hands on my hands on my hips And those big, red, soft, juicy lips Now I'm addicted to this shit I can't call it quits I wanna be more than friends with benefits (friends with benefits) And I can find someone who treats me better Someone who lets me wear their sweaters But I don't really want to 'Cause all I really want is you ('cause all I really want is you) And your hands on my hands on my hips And those big, red, soft, juicy lips Now I'm addicted to this shit I can't call it quits I wanna be more than friends with benefits (friends with benefits) Friends with benefits Friends with benefits Friends with benefits
Writer(s): Sadie Yasmeen Fine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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