Better
I wear my patent leather boots
I know that I’ll run into you
I wear my blush ‘cause I’m a doll
And then I tease my hair all tall, baby
Tonight, just pretend
That she’s dead and gone
Tell me y’all are done
It could be so fun
‘Cause I like your look, it’s so extreme
You walk the street so effortlessly
She wears you well, but can’t you see?
That you definitely look better on me, yeah
I want you to dress just for me
Your Acqua Di Gio on my sheets (-Ah)
But you’re already on a leash
So that’s unfortunate for me, baby
Tonight, just pretend
That she’s dead and gone
Tell me y’all are done
It could be so fun
‘Cause I like your look, it’s so extreme
You walk the street so effortlessly
She wears you well, but can’t you see?
That you definitely look better on me, yeah
So extreme
So effortlessly
He looks better, b-better on, on me
He looks better, b-better on, on me
He looks better, b-better on, on me
He looks better, b-better on, on me
Yeah (B-better, b-better, b-better, b-better, b-better, b-better)
(B-b-b-b-b-b—, better, you)
Like your look, it’s so extreme
You walk the street so effortlessly (Yeah)
She wears you well but can’t you see?
That you definitely look better on me, yeah
(Woo)
So extreme (Looks better, looks better, looks b-b-better)
So effortlessly
‘Cause you definitely look better on me, yeah
Yeah
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