If tomorrow you'll surely call me to do it again
I know you haven't found someone who makes love to you, just sex
It's Mondays of contempt and Fridays of pleasure
Baby, you might think you're in control
A tequila and a paid-for hookup thinking of you
They bet me, I swore I'd never kiss you again
And touching you like that first time
You know I haven't deleted the photos, photos
Those nudes in the hidden folder, the ones of us
Even though your lips taste like you've kissed someone else
I'm still clinging on, thinking there's an 'us'
Baby, another crazy night, lost doing line after line
And if you call me tomorrow, I'll definitely come over
I miss us devouring each other, that's what you do to me
Hot, the things you do, babe
Tough, but not too much, girl
I should never have checked your phone
I already suspected it and knew it could end really bad
Some messages asking if he could call you
He was telling you 'I love you' and 'that last s*x was amazing'
Baby, another crazy night, lost doing line after line
And if you call me tomorrow, I'll definitely come over
I miss us devouring each other, that's what you do to me
Looking at the photos, photos
Those nudes in the hidden folder, the ones of us
And even though your lips taste like you've kissed someone else
I'm still clinging on, thinking there's an 'us'
It's always the same with you, Tito
You're acting crazy, but whatever, it's all good