Boy your love is the shit
Put your hands on my hips
Could you come f*ck me up just a little?
I don't want it at all if I can't have it all
What's the point if we're stuck in the middle, yeah?
And you're so composed and I'm so dramatic
And you're beautiful and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
Get your face out the clouds
Are you hearing me now?
You should be kissing the ground that I'm walking
Damn, I f*cking miss you and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
I f*cking miss you, yeah
And you're so composed and I'm so dramatic
And you're beautiful and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
Loote - All The Fucking Time Lyrics
Loote - All The Fucking Time Lyrics
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Boy your love is the shit
Put your hands on my hips
Could you come f*ck me up just a little?
I don't want it at all if I can't have it all
What's the point if we're stuck in the middle, yeah?
And you're so composed and I'm so dramatic
And you're beautiful and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
Get your face out the clouds
Are you hearing me now?
You should be kissing the ground that I'm walking
Damn, I f*cking miss you and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
I f*cking miss you, yeah
And you're so composed and I'm so dramatic
And you're beautiful and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
Put your hands on my hips
Could you come f*ck me up just a little?
I don't want it at all if I can't have it all
What's the point if we're stuck in the middle, yeah?
And you're so composed and I'm so dramatic
And you're beautiful and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
Get your face out the clouds
Are you hearing me now?
You should be kissing the ground that I'm walking
Damn, I f*cking miss you and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
I f*cking miss you, yeah
And you're so composed and I'm so dramatic
And you're beautiful and it hurts like hell, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time, yeah
Why you gotta be so good?
Where you go when it's over?
I just want you to want me all the f*cking time
Writer: Alex Koste, Emma Lov Block, Jackson Henry Foote, Kat Saul, Max Weinik
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Loote
Length: 2:39
Written by: Alex Koste, Emma Lov Block, Jackson Henry Foote, Kat Saul, Max Weinik