Chase Me (Sped Up)
Sometimes,
when I'm in the club
people look at me
Like I'm something on display.
I'm Rosie baby.
And this is a little song
About chasers.
(Burp)
I don't like the way you look at me my dear
Is there something you're waiting to hear
Way that you're staring at my mouth
You don't know things are about to go south
Maybe you like my long hair
Or maybe you just think I'd care
There's not a chance in hell
That you're gonna ring my bell
Chase me
Please waste that drink on me
Embrace me (from a distance)
You make me feel so weird
Show and tell never felt this way at school
Tell you my type's not the men who drool
Show you how curious I am
By covering up my voluptuous hams (don't look)
Maybe you like my long legs
Or maybe you just think I'd beg
There's not a chance in phở
That you're gonna quack my duck
Chase me
Please waste that drink on me
Embrace me (don't touch me)
You make me feel so weird
Chase me
Please waste that drink on me
Embrace me
You make me feel so weird
It's the end of the night,
The club lights come on
I look around, high and low,
But he's nowhere to be seen
I begin coming to my senses and realise,
Suddenly the chaser
is me.
(gasp)
Taxi!
when I'm in the club
people look at me
Like I'm something on display.
I'm Rosie baby.
And this is a little song
About chasers.
(Burp)
I don't like the way you look at me my dear
Is there something you're waiting to hear
Way that you're staring at my mouth
You don't know things are about to go south
Maybe you like my long hair
Or maybe you just think I'd care
There's not a chance in hell
That you're gonna ring my bell
Chase me
Please waste that drink on me
Embrace me (from a distance)
You make me feel so weird
Show and tell never felt this way at school
Tell you my type's not the men who drool
Show you how curious I am
By covering up my voluptuous hams (don't look)
Maybe you like my long legs
Or maybe you just think I'd beg
There's not a chance in phở
That you're gonna quack my duck
Chase me
Please waste that drink on me
Embrace me (don't touch me)
You make me feel so weird
Chase me
Please waste that drink on me
Embrace me
You make me feel so weird
It's the end of the night,
The club lights come on
I look around, high and low,
But he's nowhere to be seen
I begin coming to my senses and realise,
Suddenly the chaser
is me.
(gasp)
Taxi!
Credits
Writer(s): Rosie Zinfandel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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