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Steal My Clothes

Steal My Clothes lyrics by Bea Miller. You don't love me, you just steal my clothes Live in my house 'cause I can't say no Let you in, now you're way too...

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Steal My Clothes

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You don't love me, you just steal my clothes

Live in my house 'cause I can't say no

Let you in, now you're way too close

But I don't know how to let you go

You don't love me, you just drink my booze

With all your friends who trash my room

But when we fuck, shit, it feels like love

Feels like love, and it's so messed up, yeah, yeah

You don't love me, you just steal my food

Fill my closet with all your shoes

Makeup spillin' over my bathroom

Walking 'round, yeah, with an attitude, yeah

I don't know why but I love that shit (yeah, yeah)

Sex so fire when we fight like this

Shit's messed up but I can't resist

Guess that's just life with a real bad bitch, yeah

You don't love me, you just steal my clothes

Live in my house 'cause I can't say no

Let you in, now you're way too close

But I don't know how to let you go

You don't love me, you just drink my booze

With all your friends who trash my room

But when we fuck, shit, it feels like love

Feels like love, and it's so messed up, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

It's so messed up, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

Who's the reason why you got that car that you've been drivin'?

Everything you're wearing on that body, I provided

You said it was meant to be and fate was all behind it

You were low and I was dumb, I guess it's perfect timing

You don't love me, you just steal my clothes

Live in my house 'cause I can't say no

Let you in, now you're way too close

But I don't know how to let you go

You don't love me, you just drink my booze

With all your friends who trash my room (trash my room)

But when we fuck, shit, it feels like love

Feels like love, and it's so messed up, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, ooh, woah

It's so messed up, yeah, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, oh-oh, oh

You don't love me, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

It's so messed up, yeah, yeah

You don't love me, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

It's so messed up

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