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Statement Necklace Video (MV)




Performed By: Liv Rylan
Language: English
Length: 3:31
Written by: Olivia Sham




Liv Rylan - Statement Necklace Lyrics
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I wanna wear you like a statement necklace
I wanna show you off
Wave, blow kisses back to all your exes
Go home and get you off
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure they had you baby
It's just that they're not me
Skin colliding, sweat dripping, I feel so lucky
Movin' in harmony
High off your lips and your hands on my waist
Makin' heaven jealous and I love the taste
I wanna dress myself up in your pleasure
Let everybody know
Purple, red angel on my shoulder
Don't ever let me go
Soon as you flashed those eyes at me I knew you had to be mine
Know you're a hot commodity but our love is by design
Best believe I know what I got, keep my eyes on the prize
Hand on my neck, clothes in my room, makin' the temperature rise
High off your lips and my hands in your hair
Hell can't wait to meet us honey, let them stare
High off your lips and your hands on my waist
Makin' heaven jealous and I love the taste
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I wanna wear you like a statement necklace
I wanna show you off
Wave, blow kisses back to all your exes
Go home and get you off
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure they had you baby
It's just that they're not me
Skin colliding, sweat dripping, I feel so lucky
Movin' in harmony
High off your lips and your hands on my waist
Makin' heaven jealous and I love the taste
I wanna dress myself up in your pleasure
Let everybody know
Purple, red angel on my shoulder
Don't ever let me go
Soon as you flashed those eyes at me I knew you had to be mine
Know you're a hot commodity but our love is by design
Best believe I know what I got, keep my eyes on the prize
Hand on my neck, clothes in my room, makin' the temperature rise
High off your lips and my hands in your hair
Hell can't wait to meet us honey, let them stare
High off your lips and your hands on my waist
Makin' heaven jealous and I love the taste
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Writer: Olivia Sham
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