Guilty Pleasure

Vogue In The Movement

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3AM, what am I s'possed to do?
I can't go home smellin' like you,
All these late nights comin' back home,
Suspicious numbers on my phone.
By day, I spend my time with you,
But my nights are spent untrue.
With no thoughts on all that is real,
You're holdin' me back, the way I feel.

Can't sleep, can't rest at all tonight,
This guilty pleasure I can't fight,
Can't sleep, can't rest at all tonight,
This guilty pleasure I can't fight, fight.
Guilty pleasure, guilty pleasure, ooh-whoa.

God, why am I doin' this?
This is our last time, this is our last kiss,
We can't do this anymore,
And when I'm gone, you lock that door.
She gives me everything I want,
I can break it off, I should, but I don't.
Can't sleep, can't rest at all tonight,
This guilty pleasure I can't fight.

Can't sleep, can't rest at all tonight,
This guilty pleasure I can't fight,
Can't sleep, can't rest at all tonight,
This guilty pleasure I can't fight, fight.
Guilty pleasure, guilty pleasure, ah-ohh... whoa.

Pleasure, whoa…
My guilty pleasure…
My guilty, my guilty, my guilty, my guilty pleasure.

[musical break]

Can't sleep, can't rest at all tonight,
This guilty pleasure I can't fight,
Can't sleep, can't rest at all tonight,
This guilty pleasure I can't fight, fight.
Guilty pleasure, guilty, guilty.

Can't sleep, can't rest at all tonight,
This guilty pleasure I can't fight,
Beautiful addiction, felt so wrong,
I've waited far too long.
I want it, I need it, I can't deny,
This feelin' that I have inside.
She's my guilty pleasure, guilty pleasure, whoa-oh.