Gripp - George Maple, Kilo Kish

I’m afraid I’m addicted

To the click of your tongue

Telling me what I’m doing wrong

I’m afraid I’m convicted

To lie back, sit around here

Talk about you all the time

How’d you do that to me?

Always, always do that to me

It’s all in your head, it’s all in your head

Get a grip and take control

It’s all in your head, it’s all in your head

Get a grip and take control

I sip, you sip, we take

There’s nothing left to love

A mess, a fucking wreck

Of this, we made our love

I sip, you sip, we take

There’s nothing left to love

A mess, a fucking wreck

Of this, we made our love

I’m ashamed to admit it

But I’ll take my clothes off at your beck and call

I’m afraid when I’m with you

That I should be expanding my palette

But you taste so good

How will I let you go?

No

It’s all in your head, it’s all in your head

Get a grip and take control

It’s all in your head, it’s all in your head

Get a grip and take control

I sip, you sip, we take

There’s nothing left to love

A mess, a fucking wreck

Of this, we made our love

I sip, you sip, we take

There’s nothing left to love

A mess, a fucking wreck

Of this, we made our love

I sip, you sip, we take

There’s nothing left to love

A mess, a disgusting wreck

Of this, we made our love