Suit Me
Young boy with his sister's doll
Dress me in a purple shawl
Wobbly knees in heels
Tiara cracks when I fall
She holds me and dries my tears
Says hold your chin up high
Who can even say what's right?
Shiny shoes and black suits
They just won't suit me
Please don't stare
No one tells me what to wear
My tights are not for wrestling
Or even fencing
And I'll be lucky
If no one tells me how to sing
Ah ah
Ah ah
If no one tells me how to sing
Ah ah
Ah ah
Secrets hide a sequined blouse
My guard goes down with the blinds
Chanel fills the house
Powder for my worry lines
She said hold your head high
So I am and I feel light
Who can even say what's right?
Shiny shoes and black suits
They just won't suit me
Please don't stare
No one tells me what to wear
My tights are not for wrestling
Or even fencing
And I'll be lucky
If no one tells me how to sing
Ah ah
Ah ah
If no one tells me how to sing
Ah ah
Ah ah
Words that your grandad used
They just won't suit me
They're forgiven
(Don't let it suit you)
This ring on my finger
It just won't suit me
But i wear it
(Don't let it suit you)
Pretending I'm ashamed
Just won't suit me
So don't bother
(Don't let it suit you)
You know shame will pull you down
And break your crown
You know it's true
(Don't let it suit you)
Ah ah
Ah ah
Don't let it suit you
Don't let it suit you
Don't let it suit you
Don't let it suit you
Don't let it suit you
Dress me in a purple shawl
Wobbly knees in heels
Tiara cracks when I fall
She holds me and dries my tears
Says hold your chin up high
Who can even say what's right?
Shiny shoes and black suits
They just won't suit me
Please don't stare
No one tells me what to wear
My tights are not for wrestling
Or even fencing
And I'll be lucky
If no one tells me how to sing
Ah ah
Ah ah
If no one tells me how to sing
Ah ah
Ah ah
Secrets hide a sequined blouse
My guard goes down with the blinds
Chanel fills the house
Powder for my worry lines
She said hold your head high
So I am and I feel light
Who can even say what's right?
Shiny shoes and black suits
They just won't suit me
Please don't stare
No one tells me what to wear
My tights are not for wrestling
Or even fencing
And I'll be lucky
If no one tells me how to sing
Ah ah
Ah ah
If no one tells me how to sing
Ah ah
Ah ah
Words that your grandad used
They just won't suit me
They're forgiven
(Don't let it suit you)
This ring on my finger
It just won't suit me
But i wear it
(Don't let it suit you)
Pretending I'm ashamed
Just won't suit me
So don't bother
(Don't let it suit you)
You know shame will pull you down
And break your crown
You know it's true
(Don't let it suit you)
Ah ah
Ah ah
Don't let it suit you
Don't let it suit you
Don't let it suit you
Don't let it suit you
Don't let it suit you
Credits
Writer(s): Aurélie Pellerin, Yannick Seyve
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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