Fakest Bitch London Grammar

[Verse 1]
Talking about miracles
The fakest bitch in all the world
Fingernails that make me curl, uh-huh
Given half the chance you'd steal my man
Think I'm naive
Girl, you can give it up, uh-huh
I saw your mum across the road
I feel guilt, and it hurts my soul
Maybe if she loved your dad
You'd have the things that you should have had
We'd be friends for real, not popping party pills, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Pre-Chorus]
You always point at me and dance
When we're alone, you'll hold my hand

[Chorus]
People don't change, people stay the same
We are what we are, when you're falling apart
Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
That you've been fakin', fakin' for years

[Post-Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh