Tennis

I don't understand it, my friends playing tennis
They're so easy-goin'
Don't cry over nothin', if they do, they look stunnin'
It goes without knowin'

And they get high and don't get nauseous
Just randomly end up at concerts
Hold tight, always keep in touch
Playing tennis, Monday nights

And I do the same
But I'm actin' on a different stage
Yeah, I do the same
But I'm actin'
Looks so fuckin' easy when they go

Ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, hm
Ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa

Find new hidden gardens, a new guy, new heart
But remember the good stuff
Study fashion in Paris, but still playin' tennis
So when it gets too rough

They get high and don't get nauseous
Just randomly end up at concerts
Hold tight, always keep in touch
With their feelin', and with me

And I do the same
But I'm actin' on a different stage
Yeah, I do the same
But I'm actin'
Looks so fuckin' easy when they go

Ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, hm
Ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa
I don't understand it, what's so hard with tennis? (Ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, hm)
I don't understand it, what's so hard with tennis? (Ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa, ba-pa)

I don't understand it, I keep playin' tennis
Like I'm easy-goin'
I cry over nothin', and though my boyfriend is stunning
He goes without knowin'



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Writer(s): Hilda Ellen Viktoria Stenmalm, Matilda Linden
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