Goldie

Picking out the dress to knock you out
This will be our last meeting
It's been nice, the lies, the women, and the crackling bacon
They used to call me moon
So good to see your head thrown back and laughing
You
I just want to be the only one
Picking up the dress to knock you down, down
Take a picture with your brain 'cause I won't be knocking off those socks again
They used to call me moon
They used to call me moon
I just want to be
I just want to be
I just...