Jacqui Fauni - Euphoria Lyrics

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', f*ckin', 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