Music Box

Baby I know that I'm forbidden
Won't you open up the lid and see
I'm nothing like Pandora's Box
I don't have any evil motives
Got some secrets
But you know that doesn't matter
Once our bodies interlock
So count to three then twist the key
I want you to wind me up
Like I am your personal music box
Be careful I'm vintage
So don't take advantage
You break it you lose your shot
If you don't already see
I got some diamonds at my feet
You should have known you're not the only one
I'm like a ballerina doing pirouettes
Until there's no more music left
You wait too long just know I'm moving on
So close your eyes and count to three then twist the key
I want you to wind me up
Like I am your personal music box
Be careful I'm vintage
So don't take advantage
You break it you lose your shot
Hey
I know I fucked up
I shouldn't have hooked up with him
I was so drunk and it meant nothing to me
Can you just call me so we can talk about this
You know
Maybe later you and I could uhm
(Hahaha)
Boy
Don't you get it
You've missed your chance
Boy
You'll regret it
Cause your best friend knows how to romance
Now I want him to wind me up
Like I am his personal music box
He treats me like vintage
Let him take advantage
I never want him to stop
Oh I want him to wind me up
Like I am his personal music box
He treats me like vintage
Let him take advantage
I never want him to stop
He treats me like vintage
Let him take advantage
Oh baby don't ever stop