(girl's gonna) Kill Me
Feel richer when I'm out of pocket
I feel smarter when I'm shouting nonsense
I miss her cause she knows where my friends live
I resist her cause she makes me anxious
But I'm mad for her and she's mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gonna kill me
Her hair's scary colours I forgot to mention
Every time she shows up she stirs up tension
My hair's gone grey girl I'm on my pension
I'm writing you a song so pay some attention
Well I'm mad for her and she's mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gonna kill me
Well I'm mad for her and she's mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gonna kill me
I can't feel like I'm going the right way
Inside of my temple there kindles a blue flame
I'm in a bad cycle livin' in seven Sundays
We didn't get payed so we do it our own way
Mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gonna kill me
(Oh she'll kill me)
Well I'm mad for her and she's mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gone and killed me
I feel smarter when I'm shouting nonsense
I miss her cause she knows where my friends live
I resist her cause she makes me anxious
But I'm mad for her and she's mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gonna kill me
Her hair's scary colours I forgot to mention
Every time she shows up she stirs up tension
My hair's gone grey girl I'm on my pension
I'm writing you a song so pay some attention
Well I'm mad for her and she's mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gonna kill me
Well I'm mad for her and she's mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gonna kill me
I can't feel like I'm going the right way
Inside of my temple there kindles a blue flame
I'm in a bad cycle livin' in seven Sundays
We didn't get payed so we do it our own way
Mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gonna kill me
(Oh she'll kill me)
Well I'm mad for her and she's mad for me
Not in a playful way or something healthy
When I see that smile I'm filled with grieve
God that girl's gone and killed me
Credits
Writer(s): Oscáir Murphy
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