Chloe Qisha Question of the day

Make you see colors in a million ways
Give you synesthesia for a couple days
Your lips keep moving
Maybe you should move them with me
How do you feel about busy streets
Kissing for the camera and leather seats
A midway through the month
Can't you tell your girl is in heat
Baby, reading you
Ain't the one and only thing that's hard
We're just so in tune
When you play my
G-string
Ain't talkin' bout my guitar, oh
Question of the day
Are we gonna, uh, or not
Question of the day
The bedroom or the parking lot
Question of the day
Do me on the countertop
Do you feel the way
I want
Question of the day, are we gonna, uh, or not
Question of the day, the bedroom or the parking lot
Question of the day, do me at the coffee shop
Do you feel the way
I want
Think about it
You got some time, could get some games we could play
You can be six, I'll be nine
Tick, tick, tack, toes in our face
Whatever you're into is whatever
I'm into
Unless you're into something boring
Ain't the one only thing that's hard
We're just so into you
When you play my key string
Ain't talking about my guitar
Question of the day, are we gonna wanna
Question of the day, the bedroom or the parking lot?
Lot
Question of the day
Do me on the countertop
Do you feel the way
I want
Question of the day
Are we gonna
On the question of the day
The bedroom or the parking lot
Question of the day
Do me at the coffee shop
Do you feel the way
I want
Think about it