Dove Cameron — White Glove

Let's talk about love, let's talk about this Sex, money and drugs, flick, flick of the wrist Everything white glove, everything slick rick Got the Midas touch, fuck you think this is? Hey-yo Where'd you come from? Where'd you go? If you're ready, let me know Make you wish you stayed at home Know you want me, say so Take it off, make it feel light Make you swallow all that pride Take you up to higher heights But tonight, there's Snow on the floor, honey, I can't see straight Hands on the door, tryna break in, earthquake Four on the floor, make the whole house shake Who needs friends anyway? Let's talk about love, let's talk about this Sex, money and drugs, flick, flick of the wrist Everything white glove (Oh-oh), everything slick rick (Oh-oh) Got the Midas touch (Oh-oh), fuck you think this is? (Hey, yeah) It's a slippery slope, a heavy dose of heaven knows She stayed at home, so he took Maddie where they hang the coats She soprano, the way she hit that high C note (Ah) But I guess that's how it goes Snow on the floor, honey, I can't see straight Hands on the door, tryna break in, earthquake Four on the floor, make the whole house shake Who needs friends anyway? Let's talk about love, let's talk about this Sex, money and drugs, flick, flick of the wrist Everything white glove (Oh-oh), everything slick rick (Oh-oh) Got the Midas touch (Oh-oh), fuck you think this is? (Oh-oh) White glove, white glove, white, it goes, it goes, it White glove, white glove, white, it goes, it goes, it goes Ah White glove, white glove, white, it goes, it goes, it White glove, white glove, white, it goes, it goes