Stretch marks ft. Donny Lyrics

Well girl I fuckin' love your stretch marks

Hate that they make you insecure

Wish I could bottle up the bad thoughts baby

A gift for the waves for someone else to find ashore

Marked my approval with a checkmark

You tick my boxes that's for sure

Oh girl you summon up a sandstorm

And I'm standing there thinkin damn my lungs feel coarse

Girl

That'll do just fine

This ain't the first time that I've been stranded

I think I'll be alright

Girl

Yeah you just my type

And you know my tastes tend to be

The esoteric kind

Girl

I'm just a beater in a junkyard take me home

Get me some fuel and get me goin

Take you anywhere tonight

Girl

I'm just a beater in a junkyard take me home

Give me a boost and get me goin

Take you anywhere you wanna go

(Whoo!)

Well girl I fuckin' love your stretch marks

Hate that they make you insecure

Wish I could bottle up the bad thoughts baby

A gift for the waves for someone else to find ashore

Marked my approval with a checkmark

You tick my boxes that's for sure

Oh girl you summon up a sandstorm

And I'm standing there thinkin damn my lungs feel coarse

Words can be hard to work with

But I want to let this surface

I don't know what to say right now

Cause when my heart sees you it just goes wow

(wow)

And you

Have no clue

What I would be willing to do

For you

And I

Just want to fly

With you standing right there by my side

Sayin' damn that is my guy

Cause every part of you is perfect

And every moment with you is worth it

I just want you to know

How much you mean to me

(haha come on)

Well girl I fuckin' love your stretch marks

Hate that they make you insecure

Wish I could bottle up the bad thoughts baby

A gift for the waves for someone else to find ashore

Marked my approval with a checkmark

You tick my boxes that's for sure

Oh girl you summon up a sandstorm

And I'm standing there thinkin damn my lungs feel coarse

Girl I fuckin' love your stretch marks

Hate that they make you insecure

Wish I could bottle up the bad thoughts baby

A gift for the waves for someone else to find ashore

Marked my approval with a checkmark

You tick my boxes that's for sure

Girl you summon up a sandstorm

And I'm standing there, I'm thinkin damn my lungs feel coarse