You Don't Love Him
You don't love him
You love me
Don't you talk about him
When you're under my sheets
You don't love him
What do you see
In this male person
That's not me
Stop being someone else
You don't love him
You love me
Stop being not yourself
You don't love him
You love me
You acting stiff, like a tree, bitch
But you ain't got no reason
You've got nothing to believe in
Wanna puke when I see him
Don't see a human, a demon
You got nothing in common, Jackie Gleason
He's not your type
I am though
When I see you, I'm losing my sight
I like it when the lights are low
You don't love him
You love me
Don't you talk about him
When you're under my sheets
You don't love him
What do you see
In this male person
That's not me
Stop being someone else
You don't love him
You love me
Stop being not yourself
You don't love him
You love me
Come over
There's place for you
I bet his bed isn't as nice as mine
Game over
This dude's just a flu
So boring, I'll just flatline
He's not your type
I am though
When I see you, I'm losing my sight
I like it when the lights are low
You don't love him
You love me
Don't you talk about him
When you're under my sheets
You don't love him
What do you see
In this male person
That's not me
Stop being someone else
You don't love him
You love me
Stop being not yourself
You don't love him
You love me
You love me
Don't you talk about him
When you're under my sheets
You don't love him
What do you see
In this male person
That's not me
Stop being someone else
You don't love him
You love me
Stop being not yourself
You don't love him
You love me
You acting stiff, like a tree, bitch
But you ain't got no reason
You've got nothing to believe in
Wanna puke when I see him
Don't see a human, a demon
You got nothing in common, Jackie Gleason
He's not your type
I am though
When I see you, I'm losing my sight
I like it when the lights are low
You don't love him
You love me
Don't you talk about him
When you're under my sheets
You don't love him
What do you see
In this male person
That's not me
Stop being someone else
You don't love him
You love me
Stop being not yourself
You don't love him
You love me
Come over
There's place for you
I bet his bed isn't as nice as mine
Game over
This dude's just a flu
So boring, I'll just flatline
He's not your type
I am though
When I see you, I'm losing my sight
I like it when the lights are low
You don't love him
You love me
Don't you talk about him
When you're under my sheets
You don't love him
What do you see
In this male person
That's not me
Stop being someone else
You don't love him
You love me
Stop being not yourself
You don't love him
You love me
Credits
Writer(s): Erika Rohrmeyer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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