Guilty Pleasure

Learned it on the internet

Wheels turning in my head

Think back to what you said

And I turn red, I'm turning red

Wild thoughts that make me melt

A good hit below the belt

Sometimes I scare myself

But I can't help what I can't help

So shame on me and shame on you

I fantasize what we would do

And how would it taste? And the way you move

Oh, some good girls do bad things, too

I want this like a cigarette

Can we drag it out and never quit? And

Oh, my God, you are heaven-sent

With your dirty mind, yeah, you're perverted

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure

Feels like pornography watching you try on jeans

You're a pothead, you're a cinephile

It's been awhile since you turned up the dial

So shame on me, shame on you

I fantasize what we would do

And how would it taste, the way you move

Oh, some good girls do bad things, too

I want this like a cigarette

Can we drag it out and never quit? And

Oh, my God, you are heaven-sent

With your dirty mind, yeah, you're perverted

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure

You give me guilty, guilty pleasure