Euphoria

I've been runnin', runnin', runnin' through the woods Where the f*ck are my clothes Now I know God knows I know God knows I know Holy f*ck, now God knows And now here comes that little shit With the apple that we bit Adam calls me out With a lump still in his throat Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh But I'm not sorry 'bout it Nah I'm not sorry 'bout it I'm not sorry 'bout it Nah I'm not sorry 'bout it 'Cause I got a little taste of it Yeah, I got a taste of it Now I know that I gotta have it God knows that I gotta have it Got me lookin' for Now I'm lookin' for I'm lookin' for I'm lookin' for you, you, you, you, you-you, Euphoria You, you, you, you, you-you, Euphoria Gettin' high with you (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Slidin' under you (Ooh-ooh) Pray on my knees for you Oh, oh, Euphoria Euphoria Euphoria I'm at a fork in the road, three paths to choose Should I chase 'em pills and powder, chase 'em down with booze Should I find ecstasy in the power to seduce Should I seek God and all-knowin' of transcendent truths F*ck the indecision, I'm on the next flight to NOLA Body bangin' in my little black dress, Coca-Cola Lit as f*ck on Bourbon, that's when I grabbed you The way you lookin' at me got my panties soaked through Oh Go on, get a little taste of it Go ahead and get a taste of it Soakin' wet, now I gotta have it Come inside baby, I'll let you have it Spread out on all fours Rockin' back and forth Slammin', screamin' more I'm lookin' for you, you, you, you, you-you, Euphoria You, you, you, you, you-you, Euphoria Gettin' high with you (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Slidin' under you (Ooh-ooh) Pray on my knees for you Oh, oh, Euphoria Euphoria Euphoria Hah Uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, yeah Monday-Wednesday with Johnny, Tuesday-Thursday with Joe Weekends collect men of color, wrap me in a rainbow Mirrors all around so we can watch while we play Smokin', drinkin', fuckin', comin' on a crossfade Green cross graduate, now on to white lines Dopamine, methamphetamine, good times We party hard, bring your girls Crystal and Molly Hit after hit we're meltin' clocks with Salvador Dali Oh Then we get all dressed in our Sunday best Choir leads in rapture - yes, Lord yes Heart beatin' triple time right out my chest Cry Hallelujah, glory - yes, Lord yes Here I am to worship, Lord Take my soul, forever yours Give it grace and let it soar I'm lookin' for you, you, you, you, you-you, Euphoria You, you, you, you, you-you, Euphoria Gettin' high with you (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Slidin' under you (Ooh-ooh) Pray on my knees for you Oh, oh, Euphoria Euphoria Euphoria Euphoria, Euphoria Euphoria Euphoria Euphoria Euphoria, Euphoria Euphoria