Artist: Julia Wolf
Track: Hinge Boy

Lyrics
You could hit me when you wanna 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've been on paper
Yeah, he such a player
Yeah yeah yeah, he tried 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 hand's 'round my neck
I love that shit

You could hit me when you wanna 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

Wanna little love, with no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
Then I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine (yeah yeah yeah)

He said 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 a couple things that I like
And no ,I don't got no whip but I'm riding it like a bike
Damn, New York got me saying 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 wanna 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

Wanna little love, with no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
Then I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine (routine, yeah yeah yeah)

I like it when
His hand's 'round my neck
I love that shit
His hand's 'round my neck

Take five then we go to ten, feels like seventh heaven
Test the mattress just 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 wanna 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

Wanna little love, with no strings, no strings
Hinge boy with the nose ring
I know he only come through for one thing
Then I send him home at sunrise
That's the routine (routine, yeah yeah yeah)

I like it when
His hand's 'round my neck
I love that shit
His hand's 'round my neck