Idol

Baby I'm not a man
I’m not your friend
I’m just your curator
Mister I’m not your friend
I’m just your concierge
Said I’m not really real
I’m just here for your growth
But mister I love the way that you play with my hair
You play with my hair
Baby isn’t it so sweet, putting me to sleep
You play with my hair
Baby isn’t it so sweet, putting me to sleep

(Lips like honey, but words like tar)

Baby I could write you a play
Maybe you and me could change
The hit man takes aim
I could drop off today
I could jump off the fence
Beautiful paradise moment
Even with a hole in my head
I could still kiss your hand

You play with my hair
Baby isn’t it so sweet, putting me to sleep
You play with my hair
Baby isn’t it so sweet, putting me to sleep

Kiss on my teeth
A whole life in one week
It’s all that I need
One twist of the key
You break me completely
I’m on the floor tweaking
I look so pretty in pieces