Sentiment
I'm not tryna be cynical but
I just wanna know why you hang about
I'm not tryna be all philosophical
But maybe baby there's something fucked in your brain
I want you to know
That I will never let you close
And I do not appreciate the sentiment behind you coming up to me to try and touch my body
I do not appreciate the way you smirk, the way you see my skirt and how that means I'm yours
No, I will never be yours
Where did she go, the girl I knew before?
She's in your brain somewhere, swimming round thinking 'bout coming out
Where has she gone and why can't she smile?
When happy things happen to her, she feels dead inside
I, I need you to know
That I will always be so bold
Move your hands, don't play with me
If you don't follow rules I will serve you up for tea
And I do not appreciate the sentiment behind you coming up to me to try and touch my body
I do not appreciate the way you smirk the way you see my skirt and how that means I'm yours
No, I will never be yours
Move your hands, don't play that game
If you don't follow rules I will ruin your family name
I do not appreciate the sentiment behind you coming up to me to try and touch my body
I do not appreciate the way you smirk the way you see my skirt and how that means I'm yours
No, I will never be yours
I do not appreciate the sentiment, I'm not yours
I do not appreciate the way you smirk, I'm not yours
I just wanna know why you hang about
I'm not tryna be all philosophical
But maybe baby there's something fucked in your brain
I want you to know
That I will never let you close
And I do not appreciate the sentiment behind you coming up to me to try and touch my body
I do not appreciate the way you smirk, the way you see my skirt and how that means I'm yours
No, I will never be yours
Where did she go, the girl I knew before?
She's in your brain somewhere, swimming round thinking 'bout coming out
Where has she gone and why can't she smile?
When happy things happen to her, she feels dead inside
I, I need you to know
That I will always be so bold
Move your hands, don't play with me
If you don't follow rules I will serve you up for tea
And I do not appreciate the sentiment behind you coming up to me to try and touch my body
I do not appreciate the way you smirk the way you see my skirt and how that means I'm yours
No, I will never be yours
Move your hands, don't play that game
If you don't follow rules I will ruin your family name
I do not appreciate the sentiment behind you coming up to me to try and touch my body
I do not appreciate the way you smirk the way you see my skirt and how that means I'm yours
No, I will never be yours
I do not appreciate the sentiment, I'm not yours
I do not appreciate the way you smirk, I'm not yours
Credits
Writer(s): Emma Skelly
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