Lyrics Pour Homme - Tara Sol

She's a looker
A slow cook, slow cook, slow cooker
It's been a minute since somebody took her
Tried once but they tried to hook her
(Mmm) she's the queen of hearts
Wearing her self esteem and her scars
You see her dreams are in the cards
So poker face until she's seeing stars
But there's a whole room full of temptation
At the bar on the floor it's just waiting
For me to let down my guard it's just waiting
It's just waiting
It's just

I got my favorite shit on
Smelling like Jean Paul Gaultier
Gaultier

He's so persistent
Don't even realize what he's getting
Himself in, himself in
Cause she's different
No she's not like these other bitches
(Mmm mm)
Not the type to play close
Knows what she wants and has yet to hear no
Walked in knew what it was at the door
If you ain't come to play then pass the ball

Cause there's a whole room full of temptation
At the bar on the floor it's just waiting
For me to let down my guard, it's just waiting
It's just waiting, it's just

I got my favorite shit on
Smelling like Jean Paul Gaultier
Gaultier

She's the queen of hearts
Wearing her self esteem and her scars
You see her dreams are in the cards
So poker face until she's seeing stars