Text: Emery. We Do What We Want. Daddy's Little Peach.

You got me falling in love with what's next
The personality's a casualty but I'm impressed
With the way you control the words
I'm moving in and out with words

So slow down, we don't have to rush
How profound is the secret perception to the touch
Is it just me or does this routine ever get inside your head?
And tell you all the little things that you wish had been said
That you wish had been said

When, when will I be old enough to do as I please?
These late nights are getting old
There are better ways to your knees

And why did we always have to button up
We were daddy's little peach
When will I be old enough?
When will I be old enough, to do as I please?

You got me here but you got me wrong
I'm not a cannibal but I cannot say
I won't eat one of my own

But with words slurred, I confess
This smile isn't based on your subtle wit
But the cut of your dress

It makes that ugly morning seem so far away
And if it ever comes at all I'll know
Just what to say

When, when will I be old enough to do as I please?
These late nights are getting old
There are better ways to your knees

And why did we always have to button up
We were daddy's little peach
When will I be old enough?
When will I be old enough, to do as I please?
To do as I please, to do as I please

So wake up, wake up, it's the morning
Another A, I was in the days
Left you wanting reprieve or at least religion
But just relax 'cause everyone's sinning

Last night, the drinks, the words
The kiss, the car, the apartment
The cafe, fake digits, your hand, your make up
Your high heels, impeccable

And all of it just to sit
With some bottle thieves and counterfeits
How respectable, how respectable

Let's turn the lights on
Let's turn the lights on
Let's turn the lights on
Let's turn the lights on now

When will I be old enough to do as I please?
And why did we always have to button up
(We were daddy's little peach)
When will I be old enough? When will I be?
When will I be? When will I be? When will I be?