Songtext von Good Boy (feat. Little Triste)

Perfumed cream linen sheets, and your worn denim jeans in a pile on my floor You smell like sweet milk and old marijuana, I say Baby, do you wanna get to know me some more? So we make love in the back of your 65' Cadillac On the way upstate to my parents' for the holidays You're the best thing for me and the worst for my body I'm sorry, but I can't love you more 'Cause you're such a good boy, and you know it Sit across from my dad at the table Do you work with your hands, son? For as long as I'm able He loves you, he approves He doesn't know what you do To his daughter, now that you've got her Jesus Christ, I love you When we fuck in my childhood bed I go all shades of red, babe, I love you the best Watching you get undressed, in the light of the window I cry when you leave, but I love watching you go You're such a good boy And you know it And you know it And you know it And you know