[Lyric] Vice and Appetite (Muthi)

[Verse 1]
Color of the corner shop
Do you think they'll call the cops?
Shimmering dreaming, knee high socks

[Verse 2]
Out of sight, holding tight
Nothing but vice and appetite
Our kind of love comes out at night

[Verse 3]
Coveted cover hot off the press
Time before good internet
Too young to be self-obsessed

[Verse 4]
Lights off, doors closed
Could you call this a kind of prose?
'Till you hit that center-fold