Hinge Boy

You could hit me when you want a little love

With no strings, no strings

Hinge boy with the nose ring

Told him if he come through, then don′t blink

And I send him home at sunrise

That's the routine, yeah, yeah

Disclaimer, I been on paper, yeah

He′s such a player, yeah, yeah, he try to hide it, but I know

His dad was in the league, that's why he hit it like a pro

And I just wanna kiss and tell my friends, that's how it goes

I like it when his hands ′round my neck

I love that shit (I love that shit)

You could hit me when you want a little love

With no strings, no strings

Hinge boy with the nose ring

Told him if he come through, then don′t blink

And I send him home at sunrise

That's the routine

Want a little love

With no strings, no strings

Hinge boy with the nose ring

I know he only come through for one thing

And I send him home at sunrise

That′s the routine (yeah, yeah, yeah)

He say he don't got the time, well, perfect, neither do I

But I might cut a couple of hours out for you tonight

I just name a time and place and couple things that I like

And, no, I don′t got no whip, but I'm ridin′ it like a bike

Damn, New York, got me sayin', "Yes, yes"

Wait, okay, yes, sorry

I'm too busy for a boy that wanna know me

He′s a trophy

He could hit me when he want a little love

With no strings, no strings

Hinge boy with the nose ring

Told him if he come through, then don′t blink

And I send him home at sunrise

That's the routine

Want a little love

With no strings, no strings

Hinge boy with the nose ring

I know he only come through for one thing

And I send him home at sunrise

That′s the routine (routine, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I like it when his hands 'round my neck (I like, my neck)

I love that shit, his hands ′round my neck

Take five, then we go to ten, feels like seventh heaven

Test him out, just us as friends, bend it like it's Beckham

Plot twist, I love when he dips, he can′t spend the night but

He could hit me when he want a little love

With no strings, no strings (no strings)

Hinge boy with the nose ring (nose ring, yeah, yeah)

Told him if he come through, then don't blink

And I send him home at sunrise

That's the routine

Want a little love

With no strings, no strings

Hinge boy with the nose ring

I know he only come through for one thing

And I send him home at sunrise

That′s the routine (routine, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I like it when his hands ′round my neck

(Fuck me up, fuck me up, yeah)

I love that shit, his hands 'round my neck

(Fuck me up, fuck me up, fuck me up, yeah)