Heart Attack
They don't like your tattoos
But baby you'll always be
The best of me
Fill up my gin and juice
I'll dance imagining
You're next to me
I don't speak to you
But I see you on YouTube
You're my lullaby
I act so tough for you
But baby I'm soft
Like a vasectomy
World keeps turning round and round
In your ear
Like Ultrasound
Hey you
I don't like your hair
I don't
Like the clothes you wear
Hey you
I don't mean to stare
There's something in your eye
No love
What the fuck is that
Fuck off
Actually come back
Come back
You're my heart attack
You're my heart attack
You're my heart attack
And I think I'm going to die
I'm that bitch in real life
You're my heart attack
I got so much to do
But I'll stay online until you notice me
Write love songs over you
And I'll sing
Imagining you're holding me
I say I hate you
Then cling to you
Like Bluetooth
You're my lullaby
Dye my hair red for you
Ink our first date
Up on ur chest for me
World keeps turning round and round
In your ear
Like Ultrasound
Hey you
I don't like your hair
I don't
Like the clothes you wear
Hey you
I don't mean to stare
There's something in your eye
No love
What the fuck is that
Fuck off
Actually come back
Come back
You're my heart attack
You're my heart attack
You're my heart attack
And I think I'm going to die
I'm that bitch in real life
You're my heart attack
And I think I'm going to die
But baby you'll always be
The best of me
Fill up my gin and juice
I'll dance imagining
You're next to me
I don't speak to you
But I see you on YouTube
You're my lullaby
I act so tough for you
But baby I'm soft
Like a vasectomy
World keeps turning round and round
In your ear
Like Ultrasound
Hey you
I don't like your hair
I don't
Like the clothes you wear
Hey you
I don't mean to stare
There's something in your eye
No love
What the fuck is that
Fuck off
Actually come back
Come back
You're my heart attack
You're my heart attack
You're my heart attack
And I think I'm going to die
I'm that bitch in real life
You're my heart attack
I got so much to do
But I'll stay online until you notice me
Write love songs over you
And I'll sing
Imagining you're holding me
I say I hate you
Then cling to you
Like Bluetooth
You're my lullaby
Dye my hair red for you
Ink our first date
Up on ur chest for me
World keeps turning round and round
In your ear
Like Ultrasound
Hey you
I don't like your hair
I don't
Like the clothes you wear
Hey you
I don't mean to stare
There's something in your eye
No love
What the fuck is that
Fuck off
Actually come back
Come back
You're my heart attack
You're my heart attack
You're my heart attack
And I think I'm going to die
I'm that bitch in real life
You're my heart attack
And I think I'm going to die
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Writer(s): Dylan Trenouth
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