ESA NENA
Myke Towers
That Girl
Uoh, Uoh, oh, oh
Uoh, Uoh, oh, oh
Young kingz, baby
That girl has something I can't explain to you
They broke her heart as if it were made of glass
When the windows fog up, it's because I make her scream
I'm guilty of her forgetting that guy
That was nothing, turn the page
I don't know how it would be if she wasn't here
You're more mine than yours, you'll see
If it dawns, raise the curtains
That was nothing, turn the page (ah)
I don't know how it would be if she wasn't here (ah, ah, ah)
You're more mine than yours, you'll see
If it dawns, raise the curtains
That girl has something I can't explain to you
They broke her heart as if it were made of glass
When the windows fog up, it's because I make her scream
I'm guilty of her forgetting that guy
The Maison Margiela hoodie so you can keep it too
I spend my time monitoring her, had to block you on social media
I made a finsta for her to add me
She eats captions on purpose
That guy keeps snoring at me, I might see him and get tangled
You like to feel desired
If they ask me, no, no, I don't know anything
I'm going to your country in a couple of weeks
We're the ones who always call late
I made you forget that bastard
I made you think that I could even read your tarot
I climbed all the levels
Touching herself while I was driving, she declared herself to me
That girl has something I can't explain to you
They broke her heart as if it were made of glass
When the windows fog up, it's because I make her scream
I'm guilty of her forgetting that guy (young kingz, baby)
That was nothing, turn the page
I don't know how it would be if she wasn't here
You're more mine than yours, you'll see
If it dawns, raise the curtains
That was nothing, turn the page (ah)
I don't know how it would be if she wasn't here (ah, ah, ah)
You're more mine than yours, you'll see
If it dawns, raise the curtains
I say good morning with the morning glory
I forbid her to call on camera when the car is full
Wherever I'm hanging out, I take her with me
Tell that bastard not to snore at me
Tell me when and where and I'll come
I know what bites her that right now I'm the one who raises the mischief
Because you're mine now
That girl has something I can't explain to you
They broke her heart as if it were made of glass
When the windows fog up, it's because I make her scream
I'm guilty of her forgetting that guy
Blame me and screw it all, really
A trip in you for you, one in Buenos Aires specifically, but
I'm going to your country, got it?
So you know, nothing more, ah
