Fuckgirl

Waking up naked there in her apartment (Where'd you go?)
Find the note, realize she slipped away (Cause she was late)
The bed's gone cold, so many pillows but I'm alone
She's always in a rush to get somewhere

I swear she makes me feel
Like she's the only one
I just wanna introduce her to my parents
I swear there's no one else
Even though she never stays, I'm sure she feels the same

But my friends say she's a fuckgirl (fuckgirl, fuckgirl)
My friends say I'm getting run over (run over, run over)
The therapist says she's just a wrecking ball (she's just a wrecking ball, she's just a wrecking ball)
Tell me how is it possible to feel that feeling she gives me when we meet if she's a fuckgirl
(Bitch)
(Fuckgirl, right?)

Waking up naked here in my apartment (he's holding me tight)
Just us two together, that's all I see (but do I want more?)
And when I overthink, I feel how much I need
Shit, now I'm lost, I've lost my grip (fuckgirl)

I swear he's pathetic, so damn cliché, poetic
I'm just craving some dishonesty, on the edge, unethical
I swear he's way too obedient and I'm so fucking busy
I get claustrophobic thinking long-term

But my friends say she's a fuckgirl (fuckgirl, fuckgirl)
My friends say I'm getting run over (run over, run over)
The therapist says I'm just a wrecking ball (she's just a wrecking ball, she's just a wrecking ball)
Tell me how is it possible to feel that close feeling she gives me when we meet if she's a fuckgirl
(Bitch)
(Fuckgirl, right?)

The therapist says I'm a fuckgirl
(Fuckgirl, right?)
But my friends say I'm a fuckgirl.

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