nicole millar - the zone

bae’s like: on your lap, holding your arms down, staring into your eyes, while also reading you a children’s book

nicole millar, singer-songwriter from sydney, currently wrecking australian bedrooms with her insanely seductive incantations. her drum tracks inspire dilated pupils and raised eyebrows. i’m fucking smirking writing this.

mistress millar starts off this track wet as fuck: i wonder how you taste like gold dripping from your waist ice cold well, that’s a wrap. she marched right into your kitchen while you were taking out leftover pizza in your underwear, took your hand, and put it right down her pants. she’s not waiting for you. you’re ready now or bye af.

the chorus comes in loud and gripping. the bass drums arpeggio as she demands you relinquish your control to her. are you out of breath yet? she sees right into your soul.

the zone takes us the distance, allows us to imagine nurture in such a particular way: let me demonstrate my form i can keep you safe and warm make you melt away what do we call those who fuck a goddess? can you think of an answer to that? nicole knows, and that’s exactly what these lyrics read. she is only on top because you are, too.