Polyester.

All the prettiest girls are insecure
She writes her name on the palm of a boy
What's the point in small talk anymore

So she wraps herself in velvet and polyester

All my friends are moving away
They're trying to find them someplace warm
Some are getting married, the rest get stoned

While I run my hands through velvet and polyester



Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Pratt
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