Tote Bag
Trust me, I'm a joker on my best days
Oh, is it just me? Try to forget about us
In your own time, you're better off with a real man
Or someone in-between (ooh-ooh)
Not with their head in the sand, or bigger hands
La-la-la-la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la
La, la
I wasn't looking for anything serious
Peak adolescent with a lack of experience
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
I think she's carrying pain
How could I walk away?
I have this habit where I cower at neediness
Often mistaken for just being mysterious
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
I think she's carrying pain
I'd never put up a fight
Wouldn't wanna string you along
How could I make alright
Without getting it wrong?
I wasn't looking for anything serious
Peak adolescent with a lack of experience
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
(She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain)
I have this habit where I cower at neediness
Often mistaken for just being mysterious
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
I think she's carrying pain
How could I walk away?
Oh, is it just me? Try to forget about us
In your own time, you're better off with a real man
Or someone in-between (ooh-ooh)
Not with their head in the sand, or bigger hands
La-la-la-la-la-la, la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la
La, la
I wasn't looking for anything serious
Peak adolescent with a lack of experience
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
I think she's carrying pain
How could I walk away?
I have this habit where I cower at neediness
Often mistaken for just being mysterious
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
I think she's carrying pain
I'd never put up a fight
Wouldn't wanna string you along
How could I make alright
Without getting it wrong?
I wasn't looking for anything serious
Peak adolescent with a lack of experience
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
(She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain)
I have this habit where I cower at neediness
Often mistaken for just being mysterious
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
She stared with her tote bag, wet in the rain
I think she's carrying pain
How could I walk away?
Credits
Writer(s): Alfie Jukes
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