90°

How much time do i waste waiting for you
you hold me dear and then you cut me loose
cotton candy and strawberry lips in your ideal world
well I’m so glad i’m not that kind of girl
then your a No Show i come back for more
getting used to getting a grip and i ain’t coming back
hyped up you put on such a parade
sunglasses nothing to do with shade
leather jacket you look so chic
it’s 90 degrees in here don’t you feel that heat
i said its 90 degrees your melting here
your disguise is running clear
shame you don’t have a soul up in side that head
oh sorry did i once find that in your bed
Big flashy car makes up for a smaller, you know what i’m talking about
oh i hope i haven’t cast you any doubts
so i guess you think your secrets safe from me
well let me tell you it was the greatest discovery
i don’t have to painfully listen or hang pretentiously off your arm
shame on me for ever falling for your charm