Lyrics Liquor Store - Remi Wolf

You can go if you want to
But you know my mind
Will be walking a tightrope
'Cause you like having sex like an animal
And I keep thinking you're running away from-

You got an ice cream cone on your leg motherfucker
I've got two fish kissing on my clit motherfucker
I've got headaches on headaches on headaches all day
But the handshakes are chasing my troubles away

I'm a thrift store baddie with my booty on the sink
I'm a shitty ex nanny with my marbles on the brink of
Spilling all over the carpet, the kitchen floor
You clean them up with a mop in a liquor store

Liquor store 'cause I want more
Carnivore eating my heart out
Liquor store
'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store
Into the liquor store
'Cause I always want more walking into the liquor store

I've got fire in my lungs and my legs keep running
And the head-lock knocked up babies keep coming
And the fantasy world that we keep making up
Keep fucking up, keep dreaming up, keep talking up
Ooh, ooh, ooh

We've got short legs, long legs, everybody big legs
Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate?
You motherfucker, you, you motherfucker
You motherfucker, you, you motherfucker

You can go if you want to
But you know my mind
Will be walking a tightrope
'Cause you like having sex like an animal
And I keep thinking you're running away from me

I am three steps ahead of you
And now I'm waking up to a nightmare
'Cause you like gettin' in bed with the enemy
And I keep thinking you're running away, ayy

Running away, ayy
Running away, ayy
Running away, ayy
Running away, ayy