Fuckboy
Ooh, congratulations
You've found another bait now
Going out on another date now
Ooh, get her good and wasted
Gonna lay her on your bed now
Then you're leaving her on read now
Only after midnight
You'll be blowing up my phone
The second you have finished
You would rather sleep alone
Ooh, they keep on falling
You can't help how you're so tasty
And all the girls in your life are crazy
I wonder if your mama knows what you're about
I'm starting to believe she wouldn't take it
Let me know how you think your life is gonna turn out
I'm sorry but you'll never see me naked again, 'cause
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
Ooh, think you're a gentleman?
Did you even change your sheets, boy?
What's the flavour of the week, boy?
Ooh, boy you're stone cold
Tell me, have you ever really felt love?
Just another notch on your belt, love
Can't stop talking 'bout how good you look when you undress
But now you wave it in my face
I can't say I'm impressed
Oh oh ooh
Think it's time for you to go
So get up and be gone
And have fun dying alone (bye)
I wonder if your mama knows what you're about
I'm starting to believe she wouldn't take it
Let me know how you think your life is gonna turn out
I'm sorry but you'll never see me naked again, 'cause
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You're just a fuckboy
I wonder if your mama knows what you're about
I'm starting to believe she wouldn't take it
Let me know how you think your life is gonna turn out
I'm sorry but you'll never see me naked again, 'cause
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
(I need to wash my mouth with soap)
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
You're just a fuckboy
You've found another bait now
Going out on another date now
Ooh, get her good and wasted
Gonna lay her on your bed now
Then you're leaving her on read now
Only after midnight
You'll be blowing up my phone
The second you have finished
You would rather sleep alone
Ooh, they keep on falling
You can't help how you're so tasty
And all the girls in your life are crazy
I wonder if your mama knows what you're about
I'm starting to believe she wouldn't take it
Let me know how you think your life is gonna turn out
I'm sorry but you'll never see me naked again, 'cause
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
Ooh, think you're a gentleman?
Did you even change your sheets, boy?
What's the flavour of the week, boy?
Ooh, boy you're stone cold
Tell me, have you ever really felt love?
Just another notch on your belt, love
Can't stop talking 'bout how good you look when you undress
But now you wave it in my face
I can't say I'm impressed
Oh oh ooh
Think it's time for you to go
So get up and be gone
And have fun dying alone (bye)
I wonder if your mama knows what you're about
I'm starting to believe she wouldn't take it
Let me know how you think your life is gonna turn out
I'm sorry but you'll never see me naked again, 'cause
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You're just a fuckboy
I wonder if your mama knows what you're about
I'm starting to believe she wouldn't take it
Let me know how you think your life is gonna turn out
I'm sorry but you'll never see me naked again, 'cause
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
(I need to wash my mouth with soap)
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
Well good luck, boy
You're just a fuckboy
You kinda suck, boy
You think you got something on me?
You're just a fuckboy
Credits
Writer(s): Lasse Kalevi Piirainen, Magnus Bertelsen, Gjovag Oda Evjen, Ulrikke Brandstorp
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