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Quarter Past Mine 1 by Istztjsy

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Quarter Past Mine 1

pop,female vocals

0:003:09
Lyrics
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🖤 Verse 1
Hey dude, your girl’s fine—can I steal her?
Quarter past mine, I’m the real dealer
Oh I can’t? Too late, she’s in my car
Skirt hiked up, legs on my guitar
She said, “He’s sweet but you’re filthy”
I said, “Baby, I get guilty”
Now she’s gasping in my rearview
Saying, “I never knew I could feel this new”
💋 Pre-Chorus
She’s got one hand on my thigh
Other texting you goodbye
You’re sending hearts, she’s sending heat
She’s not yours once she hits my seat
🎀 Chorus
Quarter past mine, she’s already gone
Backseat fever with the radio on
I’ve got that electric tongue, you see
She’s tasting sin and forgetting history
Quarter past mine, she’s breaking rules
You played soft—I play cruel
She’s not your girl, not tonight
She’s mine ‘til the morning light
🖤 Verse 2
She said, “He brings flowers, you bring fire”
I said, “He’s safe—I’m her desire”
Now she’s straddling me in headlights
Breath hot, nails digging in tight
She’s got glitter on her cheek
And rebellion in her streak
She’s not asking for permission
She’s begging for ignition
🎀 Chorus
Quarter past mine, she’s already gone
Backseat fever with the radio on
I’ve got that electric tongue, you see
She’s tasting sin and forgetting history
Quarter past mine, she’s breaking rules
You played soft—I play cruel
She’s not your girl, not tonight
She’s mine ‘til the morning light
🔥 Bridge
She used to wait for your call
Now she’s screaming down my hall
No more roses, no more rings
She wants chaos, wants the sting
She’s not your doll, not your muse
She’s my thrill, my neon bruise
She’s not lost—she’s just found
In my grip, in my sound
🎀 Final Chorus
Quarter past mine, she’s already gone
Backseat fever with the radio on
I’ve got that electric tongue, you see
She’s tasting sin and forgetting history
Quarter past mine, she’s breaking rules
You played soft—I play cruel
She’s not your girl, not tonight
She’s mine ‘til the morning light