Pussy Palace

Album: West End Girl (2025)
Charted: 8
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  • Don't come home, I don't want you in my bed
    Go to the apartment in the West Village instead
    I'll drop off your clothes, your mail and medication
    I'm already on my way, heading to the station
    Stuck on the F, there's a problem on the line
    I couldn't be more stressed, I'm losing my mind
    Up to the first floor, key in the front door
    Nothing's ever gonna be the same anymore

    And that's when I realized (realized)
    Something don't feel right

    I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
    I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
    So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
    Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no
    I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
    I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
    So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
    Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no

    I found a shoebox full of handwritten letters
    From brokenhearted women wishing you could have been better
    Sheets pulled off the bed, they're strewn all on the floor
    Long black hair, probably from the night before
    Duane Reade bag with the handles tied
    Sex toys, butt plugs, lube inside
    Hundreds of Trojans, you're so fucking broken
    How'd I get caught up in your double life?

    And that's when I realized (realized)
    Something don't feel right

    I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
    I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
    So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
    Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no
    I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
    I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
    So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
    Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no

    Oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh-oh

    I didn't know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
    I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
    So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
    Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no Writer/s: Chloe Christina Angelides, Leroy James Clampitt, Samuel Blue May
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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