Rainy mornings waking up with you
We have no plans, we have nothing to do
White holy angel with a devil grin
Asking when I want to start the sins
Telling me all the ways that you like it
Biting lips in silence, fighting to deny it
Out of all the chokers that you own
I’m just trying to be your favorite
Cause’ you’re the sunshine
And
I’m the hurricane
Tangled up in these sheets