Lick The Liner Notes

Needle drops, you press play slow,

Bassline moanin’ soft and low.

Your fingers trace the jacket’s spine,

But baby, I know you’re readin’ mine.

Every word I wrote, a kiss you missed,

Pressed in wax like a lover’s list.

So go ahead, take your time,

Let the music blur the line.

Lick the liner notes, taste every phrase,

My ink was drippin’ in lover’s haze.

Tongue on paper, lips on truth,

You’re readin’ me naked, note by note and root by root.

So lick the liner notes —

Baby, this groove's for you.

Glossy sleeve, your breath on wax,

Body movin’ in slow syntax.

The bridge hits, you arch like flame,

Knowin’ every lyric screams your name.

You say you love a deep cut, rare,

Well here I am — laid open, bare.

Track seven got your hips in flight,

But it's that outro where I bite.

Lick the liner notes, let the vowels hum,

Feel my verses on your tongue.

You know this ain't just poetry —

It's moaned confessions pressed in key.

So lick the liner notes…

And read my soul for free.

Pull that booklet close, let your fingers roam…

Every word I wrote was meant to bring you home.

Every track a love affair…

Every rest, a breath of air.

Lick the liner notes, baby, taste the wax,

Love me like the needle loves the cracks.

Sing along or just let go —

This groove’s designed to make you glow.

Yeah, lick the liner notes…

And write me down… nice and slow.

So when the record ends…

You’ll know where my tongue begins.