Buh-Bye!
Tell me what you want from me
I'm not giving anything out for free
Really think you're worthy of my company?
You think I have the time?
And tell me if I led you on
Seems I've got 'em lined up in an echelon
But romance isn't even in my lexicon
And that's by design
You just can't control yourself
Got you under a spell
You get so hung up, shut up
You need some help
What are you smoking?
Gotta be high
Boy, you must be joking
To think you'll be mine
Buh-bye
Boy, buh-bye!
Just wanna be your friend
You wanna get in bed
They always come and go
Hate doing this again
You're in my messages
I'm leaving you on read
When you're bringing me up to her
I wonder what she says
Nice try but you'll never get up on me
Nice guy, poly girl, perfect story
Sneakin' round with No-Face, Miyazaki
You'll be sorry
You just can't control yourself
Got you under a spell
You get so hung up, shut up
Just get some help
What are you smoking?
Gotta be high
Boy, you must be joking
To think you'll be mine
Buh-bye
Boy, buh-bye!
You just can't control yourself
Got you under a spell
You're hung up, shut up
Go to hell
What are you smoking?
Gotta be high
Boy, you must be joking
To think you'll be mine
What are you smoking?
Gotta be high
Boy, you must be joking
To think that you ever could be mine
Buh-bye (to think that you'll be mine)
Boy, buh-bye (you'll never, you'll never be mine)
Buh-bye (ooh yeah, BYE!)
Boy, buh-bye!
I'm not giving anything out for free
Really think you're worthy of my company?
You think I have the time?
And tell me if I led you on
Seems I've got 'em lined up in an echelon
But romance isn't even in my lexicon
And that's by design
You just can't control yourself
Got you under a spell
You get so hung up, shut up
You need some help
What are you smoking?
Gotta be high
Boy, you must be joking
To think you'll be mine
Buh-bye
Boy, buh-bye!
Just wanna be your friend
You wanna get in bed
They always come and go
Hate doing this again
You're in my messages
I'm leaving you on read
When you're bringing me up to her
I wonder what she says
Nice try but you'll never get up on me
Nice guy, poly girl, perfect story
Sneakin' round with No-Face, Miyazaki
You'll be sorry
You just can't control yourself
Got you under a spell
You get so hung up, shut up
Just get some help
What are you smoking?
Gotta be high
Boy, you must be joking
To think you'll be mine
Buh-bye
Boy, buh-bye!
You just can't control yourself
Got you under a spell
You're hung up, shut up
Go to hell
What are you smoking?
Gotta be high
Boy, you must be joking
To think you'll be mine
What are you smoking?
Gotta be high
Boy, you must be joking
To think that you ever could be mine
Buh-bye (to think that you'll be mine)
Boy, buh-bye (you'll never, you'll never be mine)
Buh-bye (ooh yeah, BYE!)
Boy, buh-bye!
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Writer(s): Sofia Khorosh
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