Millionaire

I could fly over, you could make me feel much better.
We could sweep this night under a rug,
Yeah you know Im nothing but a petty thug.
I could fly myself over,
So we could rub against each other
We could fuck and you could change my world,
Yeah i know youre just a little naughty girl.
Will i make the same mistake
Or did i learn something last time?
I dont know why--just cannot wait,
Buckets too full, were in season tonight.
I dont know why--i get distracted
By your big fat sex and throw love,
Love so soon out of my system,
The romance horror and the fake bliss that comes with it.
Its just not me, its just not me, its just not me, its just not me, its just not me, its just not me,
This loves not me, this loves not me.
[ Petty Thug Lyrics ]