Lyrics
Table for two, that's all sorted
I played the man and you bought it
We'll talk over glass like I own it
Give me an inch, I'll postpone it
So take a deep breath, a big stretch, baby
It'll feel like a movie (maybe)
A pep talk in a bathroom corner
Do I down the gin, stick to water?
You met another, God, I'm my mother
Think it's in my blood, yeah, I date like
Walmart bootleg boss bitch
Any chips or nuts for the hostage?
So what the f- did I miss?
Why the f- did we k-? (Hey)
I got weird when we made out (yeah)
What a God damn kiss to think about
Poured a drink all over my wiring (shit)
Short a fuse, all cylinders firing
It got weird when we made out (hey)
Clearly I got shit to figure out (yeah)
Baby, baby
Please don't hate me
Call me up again, I won't get weird
Babe, what's the deal? Do you like me?
Why do karma and girls love to bite me?
I still wait for the pressure to ripen
Guess hot God damn mess is your type then
A pep talk in a bathroom corner
Do I down the gin, stick to water?
You met another, God, I'm my mother
Think it's in my blood, yeah, just sit there
Tell me I'm attractive
Is she a date or a captive?
And I dunno why making out just made me cry (Hey)
I got weird when we made out (I got weird)
What a God damn kiss to think about (when we made out)
Poured a drink all over my wiring
Short a fuse, all cylinders firing
It got weird when we made out (weird)
Clearly I got shit to figure out (I got shit to figure out)
Baby, baby
Please don't hate me
Call me up again, I won't get weird (hey)
I won't get weird (yeah)
Oh, call me up again, I won't get weird
(Weird)
No one told me (weird)
Course I stumbled (weird)
Where's the reference? (Weird)
That's the old me (weird)
God forgive her (weird)
(Weird, weird, weird, weird)
Hyped it up (weird)
Grew a dream (weird)
Held your hand (weird)
Suppressed a scream (weird)
Oh, baby, please believe me (weird)
Let's not make it deeper than it needs to be (weird)
(Weird, weird, weird)
I got weird when we made out (yeah)
What a God damn kiss to think about (when we made out)
Poured a drink all over my wiring
Short a fuse, all cylinders firing (I got weird)
It got weird when we made out (hey)
Clearly I got shit to figure out (I got shit to figure out)
Baby, baby
Please don't hate me
Call me up again, I won't get weird (hey)
Dorothy Miranda Clark, Peter Miles
BMG Rights Management, Sentric Music