F**k

I've got there hands to hold you

This mouth will chew and swell

Like butterflies inside you

Perfuming what you sell

I know that I'm reaching

That churning burning heart

I see the sweat is beading

From what I peel apart

Oh you don't know

What I'm gonna do to you

So hypothetical

So hypothetical

F**k

Hypothetical

Let's f**k

So hypothetical

You've got the hands to be tied

Slip out from skin so cold

I've got the folds to be blind

Let's see what you like most

I cannot break the fever

The pounding of your soul

My little love receiver

You make me lose control

Oh you don't know

What I'm gonna do to you

So hypothetical

So hypothetical

F**k

Hypothetical

Let's f**k

So hypothetical

F**k

Hypothetical

Let's f**k

So hypothetical

So hypothetical

You don't know

What I'm gonna do to you

So hypothetical

You don't know

What I'm gonna do to you

So hypothetical

F**k

So hypothetical

F**k

So hypothetical

Let's f**k

So hypothetical

F**k

Hypothetical

F**k

So hypothetical

Bitches