Fancy

Girl, I gotta ask,
How'd you get so back?
Where did you come from?
(Where did you come from?)
Champagne on the tab, yeah,
It's raining good
Everyone's messed up
(Everyone's messed up)

Yeah, you wearing that perfume
Got me high on all the fumes
And I love it
What I gotta prove just
To be with you
I don't want anyone but you

I don't care that your
Daddy is famous
That you fly to the
Moon for vacation
Give a fuck,
In that red dress
That shit, it don't impress
Tell me all that you
Fancy to dance with me

To dance with me,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
To dance with me,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

I see you sing along,
You know every song
So much in common
Million dollar vibe,
Nothing I could buy
You haven't gotten

No my money doesn't mind
Girl, I swear that I will provide
I won't let you go down
What I gotta prove
Just to be with you
I don't want anyone but you

I don't care that your
Daddy is famous
That you fly to the
Moon for vacation
Give a fuck,
In your new dress dress
That shit, it don't impress
Tell me all that you too
Fancy to dance with me

I don't know anyone
At this party
They all looking at
Me like I'm nothing
Give a fuck,
In your new dress dress
That shit, it don't impress
Tell me all that you too
Fancy to dance with me

Maybe skip all
The white lies
No, we don't need
Any white lies
We don't gotta
Waste time
No

I don't care that your
Daddy is famous
That you fly to the
Moon for vacation
Give a fuck,
In your new dress dress
That shit, it don't impress
Tell me all that you too
Fancy to dance with me
I don't know
Anyone at this party
They all looking at
Me like I'm nothing
Give a fuck,
In your new dress dress
That shit, it don't impress
Tell me all that you too
Fancy to dance with me

To dance with me,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
To dance with me,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Caifeldt, Parker James, Benjamin Daniele Wahlgren Ingrosso
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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