Probs Not

It'd be super sweet
If you fell down at my feet
It'd be super cool
If I wrapped you up in wool

But I'm an idiot (I'm an idiot)
A fucking idiot (A fucking idiot)
So probs not
Anytime soon

It'd be pretty rad
If I didn't make you mad
You found my stalking
Just a little charming
And my weirdness all disarming

But it's imaginary (It's imaginary)
Fucking imaginary (Fucking imaginary)
So probs not
Anytime soon

Do do do
Do do do
Do do do
Do do do
Do do do
Do do do
Do do do do
Do do do
Do do do
Fucking idiot
Do do do do
Fucking imaginary
Do do do
Fucking idiot
Do do do do
Fucking imaginary
Fucking idiot
Fucking idiot

Do do do
Fucking idiot
Do do do do
Do do do
Fucking idiot
Do do do do
Do do do
Fucking idiot
Do do do do
Do do do
Fucking idiot
Do do do do



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew L Coonan, Peter David Billing, Racqel Morakis
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