Call Me Your Girlfriend

Being typecast as your playboy
She told me what I wanted to hear

Call me your girlfriend
Fuck you if you just can't decide
Collect your stipend
This is romantic suicide

Looking fine in your pink summer dress
She always had a cigar for me
Looking down on my fake mysticism
But I knew just what she wanted to be

There is no love here
Whispers that she could hold me tight
There is no love here
This is romantic suicide



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Moore
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