The story
She keeps slipping free of his grip.
He calls her sticky, like she leaves something behind on every doorframe and counter she touches, but she won’t stay where he tries to hold her. The rooms are all heat and sugar and things that cling, while she moves through them with a grin that says she knows exactly how to make a man reach and miss.
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Lyrics
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