I don't need what you want
F*ck Christmas and your aunt
Don't judge me. I hate you. Don't judge me
I need you
I am blue
I walked over to your place
She was there and a damn disgrace
I don't care about your religion
Come on baby. Give me an incision. Give it to me baby on the floor
I am blue
Well I walked to you in my four inch heels
And I bowed down to pray and you could not feel
How long I've grown my hair. It is blonde for you
And I need you to stare at me, at these, at what I've grown for thee
And I need to make sure you know what it means
And I need to know that you know what it means
And I need for you to touch me