Ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah
Don’t know what country I’m in, but I know how I’m feelin’
(My body’s always right)
I knew I must’ve dropped my diary in the pool for a reason
(I erased you, every line)
Did you forget the kind of bitch with whom you were dealing?
(It’s all I can remind)
I can fall in love hard, turn around and delete it
So I’m
Tryin’ on shoes, puttin’ on glitter
Only thing to make me a little less bitter
Favorite blue, take a pretty picture
Got you like “Fuck!”
You swear to God that I’m someone else
I can’t stop
You piss me off, then I’ll tune it out
I can’t stop
You roll your eyes at all my shows, and God knows I see it
(All I see is you)
Used to idolize you, baby, took a year to reveal it
(And the hard truth)
Is it not what you need? It’s hard to believe
You need a girl that isn’t me
I wanna see stayin’ at home
It’s hard to compete with someone I’m not
Someone that I’ll never be
So I’m
Tryin’ on shoes, puttin’ on glitter
Only thing to make me a little less bitter
Favorite blue, take a pretty picture
Got you like “Fuck!”
You swear to God that I’m someone else
I can’t stop
You piss me off, then I’ll tune it out (Oh)
I can’t stop
And maybe I’m not the girl that you thought
Or maybe you loved me once but forgot
So, baby, go back to puttin’ up a front row
(Mm, ah-ah)
And guess I thought wrong for thinkin’ you’re away
‘Cause I don’t move on to your type of pace
And can we go back and talk at your place?
Just, just move on
Tryin’ on shoes, puttin’ on glitter
Only thing to make me a little less bitter
Favorite blue, take a pretty picture
Got you like “Fuck!”
You swear to God that I’m someone else
I can’t stop
You piss me off, then I’ll tune it out
I can’t stop
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2 hands
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ANYTHING BUT LOVE
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Dear god
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Greenlight
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