Buttermilk

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk One second we're good then it's overkill You're pulling me out of the gutter Then throwing me into the lava Pull my love away The color turns to gray, oh I got a feeling I got a feeling I'm tearing you down, if you can believe it I'm too attached to the sound of you Pulling me out of the gutter Then throwing me into the lava Dunking me into the water Ay, ay, go in circles Hot potato pain Fly like missiles Through the empty space Pull my love away Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk (ooh) One second we're good then it's overkill (ooh) You're pulling me out of the gutter Then throwing me into the lava Pull my love away The color turns to grey (Oh) I got a feeling, ah I got a feeling that I can't change, if you can believe it I'm too attached to the same game You pulling me out of the gutter Then throwing me into the lava Dunking me into the water Ay, ay, go in circles Hot potato pain Fly like missiles Through the empty space Pull my love away Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk Buttermilk, buttermilk A buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk A buttermilk, butter A buttermilk, butter A butter, butter A butter, butter Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk (ooh) Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk (ooh) Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk (ooh) Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter Buttermilk