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