Hypocrite

She picked me up at 9
Drank some wine, 69
Said I'm just her type
She kinda looks like you
But darker hair and tattoos
Makes me feel brand new

I'm not thinking about you (when I go do it)
But when I'm home all alone (I really go through it)
So I spend my nights
With others intertwined
To get you off my mind, my my

I've been getting intimate with hot girls on the internet
Got no regrets
But I confess
If you're doing half the shit that I've been doing on my bed
I'd want you dead
Guess I'm a hypocrite

She's everything I'm not
No make up on, 21
Must've been so fun
To be the one who's in control
Easy road
Cus I know I was too much to hold

Are you thinking about me (when you go do it)
And when you're home all alone (do you really go through it)
God the thought of your lips
On someone else's lips
It makes me fucking sick, sick

I've been getting intimate with hot girls on the internet
Got no regrets
But I confess
If you're doing half the shit that I've been doing on my bed
I'd want you dead
Guess I'm a hypocrite

I wanna have my cake, eat it too
Don't want no one touching you
I wanna fuck someone new
But don't you do that too
Don't want you moving on, getting off
No one else should turn you on
I wanna fuck someone new
But don't you do that too

I've been getting intimate with hot girls on the internet
Got no regrets
But I confess
If you're doing half the shit that I've been doing on my bed
I'd want you dead
I'm a hypocrite



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Writer(s): Dylan Sheffield Bauld, Andrea Rocha, Zoe Hoetzel
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