No one to answer to, the beauty of solitude
Couldn't get you on the phone
Wouldn't throw a dog a bone
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure
I am just your guilty
He just loves the sweet sensation, practice your procreation
Loving you feels like masturbation
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure, I am just your guilty pleasure
No flames arising on my love's horizon
No sharp surprises, I threw them out into the darkness of my solitude
Sympathy is your diversion, to manipulate you close the curtain
No one to hear my screams and your pillow eats all my dreams
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure
I am just your guilty pleasure
No flames arising on my love's horizon
No sharp surprises, I threw them out into the darkness of my solitude
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No one to answer to, the beauty of solitude
Couldn't get you on the phone
Wouldn't throw a dog a bone
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure
I am just your guilty
He just loves the sweet sensation, practice your procreation
Loving you feels like masturbation
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure, I am just your guilty pleasure
No flames arising on my love's horizon
No sharp surprises, I threw them out into the darkness of my solitude
Sympathy is your diversion, to manipulate you close the curtain
No one to hear my screams and your pillow eats all my dreams
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure
I am just your guilty pleasure
No flames arising on my love's horizon
No sharp surprises, I threw them out into the darkness of my solitude
Couldn't get you on the phone
Wouldn't throw a dog a bone
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure
I am just your guilty
He just loves the sweet sensation, practice your procreation
Loving you feels like masturbation
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure, I am just your guilty pleasure
No flames arising on my love's horizon
No sharp surprises, I threw them out into the darkness of my solitude
Sympathy is your diversion, to manipulate you close the curtain
No one to hear my screams and your pillow eats all my dreams
And I, I am just your guilty pleasure
I am just your guilty pleasure
No flames arising on my love's horizon
No sharp surprises, I threw them out into the darkness of my solitude
Writer: Troy Moore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid