[Verse 1]
She flies to Paris, France, I come down in her childhood bed
She tries to fuck me, I pretend that I’m asleep instead
She loves pop culture, she has "thank u, next" stuck in her head
The cursed vultures give me sourdough, my daily bread
And I wanna find out
What it’s like
[Break]
And she is very young
And well-versed
And demanding
She knows this dance
Yeah, she knows this dance
[Bridge]
The richest girl in every room
Mainline to the UE BOOM
She asks me
[Verse 2]
"Why don't you sing with an English accent?"
Well, I guess it's too late to change it now
In the rural American town fairground
I go 'round and I go 'round
Gross misunderstanding of my influences
I check my phone and make the sound
Like "Theme From Failure" performed for just you
Like my bare proportions, un-tensed and un-towelled
She hates every playlist
She swears she made when she was fifteen
She can't believe I'm so afraid of sheets and what's in between
It’s a one-size-fits-all, hardcore, cyber-fetish, early-noughties 'zine
She sells matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team
She's sexually enlightened
And she's forward, and that fazes me
She won't give up, too soft to fuck
But how hard could it really be?
She flies to Paris, France, I come down in her childhood bed
She tries to fuck me, I pretend that I’m asleep instead
She loves pop culture, she has "thank u, next" stuck in her head
The cursed vultures give me sourdough, my daily bread
And I wanna find out
What it’s like
[Break]
And she is very young
And well-versed
And demanding
She knows this dance
Yeah, she knows this dance
[Bridge]
The richest girl in every room
Mainline to the UE BOOM
She asks me
[Verse 2]
"Why don't you sing with an English accent?"
Well, I guess it's too late to change it now
In the rural American town fairground
I go 'round and I go 'round
Gross misunderstanding of my influences
I check my phone and make the sound
Like "Theme From Failure" performed for just you
Like my bare proportions, un-tensed and un-towelled
She hates every playlist
She swears she made when she was fifteen
She can't believe I'm so afraid of sheets and what's in between
It’s a one-size-fits-all, hardcore, cyber-fetish, early-noughties 'zine
She sells matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team
She's sexually enlightened
And she's forward, and that fazes me
She won't give up, too soft to fuck
But how hard could it really be?
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