Sofia Coppola

I'll braid your hair then fuck you on your dad's old sofa Idolize you, my Sofia Coppola I like my steak rare, my girls like supernovas I'll tie cherry knots with my tongue 'till I'm number (ah) Cherry soda's sweet, but you're sweeter baby Yeah, you're heating me up I mean who could blame me? Maybe we could cool down We could go downtown I could take you around, yeah And I like the sound of that Do you like the sound of Pick 'em ripe off the vine, red and tender Eat 'em off of your thighs 'till I make you sing like my (my) Fender Pick 'еm ripe off the vine, rеd and tender Eat 'em off of your thighs 'till I make you sing like my (my Fender) (Baby I'll make you sing) I'll braid your hair then fuck you on your dad's old sofa Idolize you, my Sofia Coppola I like my steak rare, my girls like supernovas I'll tie cherry knots with my tongue 'till I'm number one You taste like cherries and I love it, baby You taste like spring and I love it, baby You taste like cherries and I love it, baby You make me feel like spring so come on, please, just be my baby Pick 'em ripe off the vine, red and tender Eat 'em off of your thighs 'till I make you sing like my (my) Fender (Baby I'll make you sing) I'll braid your hair then fuck you on your dad's old sofa Idolize you, my Sofia Coppola I like my steak rare, my girls like supernovas I'll tie cherry knots with my tongue 'till I'm number one