[Verse 1] [smooth, smug] You wore old money on your wrist Your wife wore frost and a clenched red fist I wrote my digits on a napkin fold She took it first, her stare pure gold [Pre-Chorus] [cool build] You call it messy, I call it lore You shut one gate, I open four [Chorus] [shimmering, huge] Your wife, my number Heat-wave grin in early summer You want privacy, I want thunder You want peace, I want your brother Your wife, my number Pearl-white teeth and a rolling hunger I don’t steal, I simply stand Then watch your whole house change its plan [Verse 2] [seductive] She met me later by the valet curb Sharp silk laugh and one perfect slur You texted rage in twelve dumb parts She sent a wink and a set of hearts [Pre-Chorus] [cool build] You call it messy, I call it lore You shut one gate, I open four [Chorus] [shimmering, huge] Your wife, my number Heat-wave grin in early summer You want privacy, I want thunder You want peace, I want your brother Your wife, my number Pearl-white teeth and a rolling hunger I don’t steal, I simply stand Then watch your whole house change its plan [Bridge] [dreamy, wicked] Marble sink, loose pearl clasp She took my digits with a laugh [Final Chorus] [bigger] Your wife, my number Saintly brunch with wicked manners You want tidy, I want rumor You want grace, I want the banner Your wife, my number Gold-rimmed sin and cashmere hunger You built a cage with polished wood I brought a grin and splintered it good [Outro] [spoken] She texts better than you.
