beetlejuice
Bittersweet, beetlejuice
Bitter me, how sweet of you to
Ask if I’d be your muse
And go and paint me blue
You turned my one of one
To our one of two
On Jamaica Avenue getting it tattooed
‘Cuz you make me feel what
No other man could do
Lust and desire
You lure me to the flame near your fire
You call me miss Mariah then say
With your last name it might sound a little nicer
Oooh he got game sister
And he always wanna play sister
It seems so strange that I love him
He gone drive me insane
You gone be the one to take me to my grave mister
‘Cuz you’ll lie to my face
And Then you’ll say that, “even Jesus forgave”
Then we’ll drive to your place
And you’ll make love to me, while we’re listening to blonde by Frank
Mmm put on that god speed, like you a god send
And I’ll bask in every single moment
Then you’ll take me to the peak of your mountain
And then you’ll tell me to drink from your fountain
But it’s just bittersweet, beetlejuice
Silly me, how weak of you to
Do me wrong, and to your amuse
But I’ll buy your excuse
You know my daddy said, “don’t you play the fool
You better cut it short, cuz he gone cut it loose”
Ooooh, only a fool would hold a grudge over old news
But the last time I seen your face, was in Atlanta
And I knew that she had took my place, because you vanished
We grew distant like you left me on an isolated planet
I’d rather die than be abandoned by you
‘Cuz you know I didn’t love you for the money
Only your sugar and my honey ‘cuz it was so sweet
Admit you never even loved me, and my heart will never skip a beat
When you lie to my face
And Then you’ll say that, “even Jesus forgave”
Then we’ll drive to your place
And you’ll make love to me, while we listening to blonde by Frank
Mmm put on that god speed, like you a god send
And I’ll bask in every single moment
Then you’ll take me to the peak of your mountain
And then you’ll tell me to drink from your fountain
But it’s just bitter sweet, beetlejuice
Bitter me, how sweet of you to
Ask if I’d be your muse
And go and paint me blue
And I don’t understand why you’re so short fused
Always walkin’ ‘round with your attitude
But, only a fool would hold a grudge over old news
Lust and desire
You lure me to the flames near your fire
You call me miss Mariah then say
With your last name it might sound a little nicer