Strangers

Fuck what you thought I'd do without you
I'm so much better like you never met me
I'm doing anything I want to
I'm going 0 to 80

So when you see me talk to strangers
No, don't you let it get the best of you
You let me slip right through your fingers
And now his fingers running down me too

I can hear the blood rush through your veins
I can feel the heartbreak on your face
I'm onto the next you, hope you got a good view
Watch me while I talk to

Oh, strangers
Strangers
Strangers
Strangers

The other day I found your T-shirt
And I'd be lying if I said that it didn't hurt
But fuck it, it goes with my short skirt
And I look good in it, baby

Oh, when you see me talk to strangers
No, don't you let it get the best of you
You let me slip right through your fingers
And now his fingers running down me too

I can hear the blood rush through your veins
I can feel the heartbreak on your face
I'm onto the next you, hope you got a good view
Watch me while I talk to

Oh, strangers
Strangers
Strangers

So when you see me talk to strangers
No, don't you let it get the best of you
You let me slip right through your fingers
And now his fingers running down me too

I can hear the blood rush through your veins
I can feel the heartbreak on your face
I'm onto the next you, hope you got a good view
Watch me while I talk to (watch me while I talk to)

I can hear the blood rush through your veins
I can feel the heartbreak on your face
I'm onto the next you, hope you got a good view
Watch me while I talk to

Oh, strangers



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Effman, Sydney Taylor Schmier, Emilia Paige Schmier, Sofia Weiss Sarkisian, Louis N Castle, James G Bairian
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