Girl's Girl

Two AM, in his bed
We're laughing about all the texts that you've sent
Oh you're so "innocent"
You really think he wanna be with you instead

It's just a little sad
The only thrill you have
Is to steal something that's mine

You're not a girl's girl
I'm not an idiot
You're not that special
I see right through it
You're not his type
You're fucking delusional
Spinning your lies like
A god damn professional

So you're playing it nice
While you're twisting the knife
We'll never see eye to eye
You're not a girl's girl
I'm not an idiot
You're not a girl's girl
(Girl, girl girl)

So you like, what he likes
But he hates a carbon copy, so nice try
Oh you must, be so bored
Or is it just that you're a little insecure?

It's just a little sad
The only thrill you have
Is to steal something that's mine

You're not a girl's girl
I'm not an idiot
You're not that special
I see right through it
You're not his type
You're fucking delusional
Spinning your lies like
A god damn professional

So you're playing it nice
While you're twisting the knife
We'll never see eye to eye
You're not a girl's girl
I'm not an idiot
You're not a girl's girl
(Girl, girl girl)

It's just a little sad
The only thrill you have
Is to steal something that's mine

You're not a girl's girl
I'm not an idiot
You're not that special
I see right through it
You're not his type
You're fucking delusional
Spinning your lies like
A god damn professional

You're not a girl's girl
I'm not an idiot
You're not that special
I see right through it
You're not his type
You're fucking delusional
Spinning your lies like
A god damn professional

You're not a girl's girl
I'm not an idiot
You're not that special
I see right through it
You're not his type
You're fucking delusional
Spinning your lies like
A god damn professional



Credits
Writer(s): Sophie Olivia Ackroyd, India Parkman, Alasdair Mclachlan, April Burnett
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