Rapunzel

18 years old, she’s a sucker for the boys that strike gold
And I’m a kid whose aims are higher than most, must be in trouble then
All he’s got is FaceTime and an iPhone but even that can’t help the way things
seem to go
Why is she crying? Why does she feel so alone?
Must be the distance then
Yeah, she got that kinda style you wanna rip off
And watch her colour lip until you see her walk off
Then turn around and make you say something so dead wrong
Like Rapunzel let down your hair
Yeah she got that kinda face you wanna piss off
And watch her body pop until her dress just falls off
And now she’s playing with her hair I gotta small talk
Oh like Rapunzel let down your hair
Oh like Rapunzel let down
Oh like Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair
21 years old, he’s a singer and he kills every show
He kicked my arse just a few times in a row, I had to let him go
Everytime you’ll see me down at the front screaming every lyric one after one
But I’m falling so far I can’t come up, what have I fucking become
Yeah, she got that kinda style you wanna rip off
And watch her colour lip until you see her walk off
Then turn around and make you say something so dead wrong
Like Rapunzel let down
Yeah she got that kinda face you wanna piss off
And watch her body pop until her dress just falls off
And now she’s playing with her hair I gotta small talk
Oh like Rapunzel let down your hair
Oh like Rapunzel let down
Oh like Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair