Babydoll | Ari Abdul | Audio Edit

(I do it 'cause I'm bored) (I do it 'cause I'm bored) I'm on the way To your place Smell like temptation So close you can taste it Wicked games Tears can stain I know you want me I don't feel the same Dead roses Pick them from your garden Love letters Threw them in the garbage Brooklyn baby We're dearly departed I don't fall in love I'm just bored Self-absorbed Rip your heart out with my teeth And spit the blood out on the floor Oh Lord Say I'm yours I'll be at the altar Whisper I don't love you anymore I do it 'cause I'm bored I do it 'cause I'm bored Bites on your neck You're obsessed Picture me naked But I'll keep you waiting Cross on your chest Don't confess Looks like Heaven But it brings you pain Dead roses Pick them from your garden Love letters Threw them in the garbage Brooklyn baby We're dearly departed I don't fall in love I'm just bored Self-absorbed Rip your heart out with my teeth And spit the blood out on the floor Oh Lord Say I'm yours I'll be at the altar Whisper I don't love you anymore I do it 'cause I'm bored I do it 'cause I'm bored I'm just bored Self-absorbed Rip your heart out with my teeth And spit the blood out on the floor Oh Lord Say I'm yours I'll be at the altar Whisper I don't love you anymore I do it 'cause I'm bored I do it 'cause I'm bored

(Don't fucking hit my phone up) (Don't fucking hit my phone up) You and I both know that I never mattered Only exist for you when it's after hours I hope you spend your nights alone choking on flowers You never pick your phone up Only callin' me when you're alone and fucked up You never pick your phone up Always pulling shit and I might just give up You never pick your phone up Tryna kiss me just to make me shut up Don't fucking hit my phone up Don't fucking hit my phone up Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah Don't lie, I know when you see me I make you nervous 'Cause with me you can't hide it, I see beneath the surface Don't tell me we should talk, you know you don't deserve it You never pick your phone up Only callin' me when you're alone and fucked up You never pick your phone up Always pulling shit and I might just give up You never pick your phone up Tryna kiss me just to make me shut up Don't fucking hit my phone up Don't fucking hit my phone up Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah (You never pick your phone up) (Only callin' me when you're alone and fucked up) (You never pick your phone up) (Always pulling shit and I might just give up) (You never pick your phone up) (Tryna kiss me just to make me shut up) (Don't fucking hit my phone up) (Don't fucking hit my phone up) Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah