Toothache

I betcha them bullets can surely blow
We back to hell, all down we go
Lick your belly and I make you smile
I hear ya, I'm aching, I'm milking the miles

Honey I don't mind, I don't need to cry
I'm a tramp and I love you
Hold me down
Hold me down

Mesmerising me
All the world can see
I can sing, oh yeah
I'm driving in the backseat of your love

Shooting stars can make you see
You're living on love, I can feel it's real
Lick your belly and I make a smile
I hear ya, I'm achin', I'm milkin' the miles

No, milk don't melt in the back of my mouth
I'm a tramp and I love you
Hold me down
Hold me down

No milk in the back of my mouth
No milk in the back of my mouth
No milk in the back of my mouth

Mesmerising me
All the world can see
I can sing, oh yeah
Don't need no bore, a tellin' me

You can have it all
You can have it all
You can have it all
I'm driving in the backseat of your love

Mesmerising me
All the world can see
I can sing, oh yeah
Don't need no bore a tellin' me

You can have it all
You can have it all
You can have it all
You can have it all

You can have it all
You can have it all
You can have it all
I'm driving in the backseat of your love



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Victor Blunt, Timothy Allan Burgess, Robert James Collins, Jonathan Thomas Brookes, Mark Vincent Collins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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