CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : G.O.A.T.

Sensory overload
Spin it as recreation
I will be yours alone

Sent for me
She's the G.O.A.T
T**illating sensation
Chilling me to the bone

Spent as she checked her phone
And cursed the shoddy reception
I will be yours alone

Couple hours of heaven
Now no one is behaving at all
Can't stop counting seconds
Just waiting 'til the weekend to call
Wonder if she's missing me
That's not wishful thinking at all
Everyone's in love
And now nothing's quite as hopeless as before