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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You’re in that backless dress
Gold on your collarbone, I’m obsessed
Room smell like rose and room service
You laugh, say “we really don’t deserve this”
Marble floor, my hoodie on your skin
Your lipstick on my glass, I drink it in
View so high, but I’m looking at you
That slow spin in my lap, that’s the truth (yeah)
[Chorus]
Velvet in the penthouse, laid out on my chest
You tracing little circles, say my name under your breath
Champagne on your tongue, diamonds in your eyes
Baby, you’re my favorite kind of high
Silk on the bedsheet, candles on the sill
You tell me “don’t rush it,” I promise that I won’t spill
All this love, all this time, all this night
Baby, you’re my favorite kind of high
[Verse 2]
Cartier on your wrist, it hits the light
You pull it to my face, say “you’re mine tonight” (mine)
Phone on airplane, world on mute
Just your soft laugh, your perfume
You say “slow down,” then you pull me closer
Half-finished dessert on the silver holder
We take one bite, then forget the rest
’Cause dessert’s already in that dress (oh)
[Chorus]
Velvet in the penthouse, laid out on my chest
You tracing little circles, say my name under your breath
Champagne on your tongue, diamonds in your eyes
Baby, you’re my favorite kind of high
Silk on the bedsheet, candles on the sill
You tell me “don’t rush it,” I promise that I won’t spill
All this love, all this time, all this night
Baby, you’re my favorite kind of high (my favorite)
[Bridge]
You taste like first class, late flight
Midnight check-in, no check-out time
If this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right
Let ’em talk, we’ll just dim the lights (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Velvet in the penthouse, laid out on my chest
You tracing little circles, say my name under your breath
Champagne on your tongue, diamonds in your eyes
Baby, you’re my favorite kind of high
Silk on the bedsheet, candles on the sill
You tell me “don’t rush it,” I promise that I won’t spill
All this love, all this time, all this night
Baby, you’re my favorite kind of high (so high)
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