Chappell Roan - Guilty Pleasure

Learned it on the internet (yeah, yeah) Wheels turning in my head (yeah, yeah) Think back to what you said (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) And I turn red, I'm turning red Wild thoughts that make me melt (yeah, yeah) A good hit below the belt (yeah, yeah) Sometimes I scare myself (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah) But I can't help what I can't help So shame on me and shame on you (ooh-ooh-ooh) I fantasize what we would do (yeah) And how would it taste and the way you move (the way you move) Oh, but some good girls do bad things too I want this like a cigarette Can we drag it out and never quit? And, oh my god, you are heaven sent With your dirty mind, yeah, you're perverted You give me guilty, guilty pleasure You give me guilty, guilty pleasure Feels like pornography (yeah, yeah) Watching you try on jeans You're a pothead, you're a cinephile (yeah, yeah) It's been awhile since you turned up the dial So shame on me (shame on me), shame on you (shame on you) I fantasize what we would do (what we would do) And how would it taste and the way you move (ooh) But some good girls do bad things too I want this like a cigarette Can we drag it out and never quit? And, oh my god, you are heaven sent With your dirty mind, yeah, you're perverted You give me guilty, guilty pleasure You give me guilty, guilty pleasure You give me guilty, guilty pleasure (yeah, yeah) You give me guilty, guilty pleasure (gimme love, gimme love, yeah) You give me guilty, guilty pleasure (yeah, yeah) You give me guilty, guilty pleasure (gimme love, gimme love, yeah) Pleasure, pleasure Pleasure