Gross* Olivia Rodrigo
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[Verse 1]
Not long ago when I saw you there
With your brown-eyed grin and your messy hair
And every girl at the party was looking at you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I wonder what I'd say if I knew back then
That the brown-eyed boy'd be my best friend
And the one I'd give my heart to (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Now everything reminds me of you
Your pictures framed all over my room
And if I hate someone, you'll hate 'em too
[Chorus]
As long as I'm your darling angel
I don't need anything in the world
'Cause I feel like the luckiest every second that I'm your girl
I wanna do everything with you
Take the highs, I'll take the lows
I'll keep you close, give you the most
Oh, baby, I like you so much, it's kinda gross
Yeah, I like you so much, it's kinda gross
[Verse 2]
And driving in your car, I feel all grown up
Is it me or does it feel more than high school love?
Not gonna lie, your last name sounds so nice
I love when you complain about things like traffic
Love when you're tired, baby, I like all of it
Honestly, I can't believe you're mine
Not long ago when I saw you there
With your brown-eyed grin and your messy hair
And every girl at the party was looking at you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I wonder what I'd say if I knew back then
That the brown-eyed boy'd be my best friend
And the one I'd give my heart to (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Now everything reminds me of you
Your pictures framed all over my room
And if I hate someone, you'll hate 'em too
[Chorus]
As long as I'm your darling angel
I don't need anything in the world
'Cause I feel like the luckiest every second that I'm your girl
I wanna do everything with you
Take the highs, I'll take the lows
I'll keep you close, give you the most
Oh, baby, I like you so much, it's kinda gross
Yeah, I like you so much, it's kinda gross
[Verse 2]
And driving in your car, I feel all grown up
Is it me or does it feel more than high school love?
Not gonna lie, your last name sounds so nice
I love when you complain about things like traffic
Love when you're tired, baby, I like all of it
Honestly, I can't believe you're mine
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