days are comin', if no one told youI hate

friends call me a loser'Cause I'm still hanging aroundI've

tengo cuernos en las paredesPero sí que sé llamadas

God, I'm strugglingSend me a prophecyPeople have been saying

Chappell Roan & Charli Get it hot (Bumpin' that)Make

fine, it's coolYou can say that we are nothing,

sixFive, six, seven, could be the one, or

could be the one, or your new addictionIt's all

sixFive, six, seven, could be the one or

sixFive, six, seven, could be the one, or

sixFive, six, seven, could be the one, or

we go again, everything is fineI guess we could

oh Lacy, skin like puff pastryAren't you the sweetest

broke up on a TuesdayKicked me out with the

a lot of kinks in this world, babyBut my kink,

1: Laura know you wanted me to stayBut I

boy with your kiddy smile and your eyes so

thought that everybody gets olderBut I guess that's not

you for noticing, point out the obviousYes, I know

da-da-da I told you how much I think