The Party Girl

She likes herself too much, there's lipstick on her mirror
We drank most nights away, intentions never clear
But her mind was full of lies, and she hung me out to dry
The party girl was her disguise

She was a drag
It wasn't my fault she told her dad
But "not a damn soul"
She's fucking mad, a psychopath
So future me don't you ever look back

I guess she wasn't mrs. perfect that I knew
What makes it worse is that her feelings weren't true
'Cuz if I was the perfect guy, she'd still leave me behind
She's beautiful but such a mess

She was a drag
It wasn't my fault she told her dad
But "not a damn soul"
She's fucking mad, a psychopath
So future me don't you ever look back

Don't you ever look back

She was a drag
It wasn't my fault she told her dad
But "not a damn soul"
She's fucking mad, a psychopath
So future me don't you ever look back
She's such a drag
So what a damn shame I took her back
It's all damn game
She's fucking mad, a psychopath
So future me don't you ever look back



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Writer(s): Tommy Long
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