boyfriend material
Get in position
Show you what's cooking in my kitchen
Give you a taste of what you're missing
What's with the inquisition?
I've got a problem with commitment
And I hardly ever listen to you
You ask what's on my mind
I tell ya
I get uneasy when
You ask me what I think we are
A constellation's nothing more
Than lines between the stars
Our conversations always short
We're fucking in my car
No I don't sing about you
When I'm playing this guitar
I think we're overthinking
I don't wanna think at all
Want you to bang my head
On the back of the bathroom stall
I think you're funny but
Feel like we're gonna hit a wall
I just don't think that, think
I'm boyfriend material
It's kind of funny
I know your mom would think I'm lovely (that's true)
You can keep on dreamin' honey
Your taste in men is kinda scummy
I'm anxious and avoidant
Can I be just one more appointment to you
You ask what's in my mind I tell ya
I get uneasy when
You ask me what I think we are
A constellation's nothing more
Than lines between the stars
Our conversations always short
We're fucking in my car
No I don't sing about you
When I'm playing this guitar
I think we're overthinking
I don't wanna think at all
Want you to bang my head
On the back of the bathroom stall
I think you're funny but
Feel like we're gonna hit a wall
I just don't think that, think
I'm boyfriend material
Think I'm boyfriend material
Think I'm boyfriend material
Think I'm boyfriend material
Show you what's cooking in my kitchen
Give you a taste of what you're missing
What's with the inquisition?
I've got a problem with commitment
And I hardly ever listen to you
You ask what's on my mind
I tell ya
I get uneasy when
You ask me what I think we are
A constellation's nothing more
Than lines between the stars
Our conversations always short
We're fucking in my car
No I don't sing about you
When I'm playing this guitar
I think we're overthinking
I don't wanna think at all
Want you to bang my head
On the back of the bathroom stall
I think you're funny but
Feel like we're gonna hit a wall
I just don't think that, think
I'm boyfriend material
It's kind of funny
I know your mom would think I'm lovely (that's true)
You can keep on dreamin' honey
Your taste in men is kinda scummy
I'm anxious and avoidant
Can I be just one more appointment to you
You ask what's in my mind I tell ya
I get uneasy when
You ask me what I think we are
A constellation's nothing more
Than lines between the stars
Our conversations always short
We're fucking in my car
No I don't sing about you
When I'm playing this guitar
I think we're overthinking
I don't wanna think at all
Want you to bang my head
On the back of the bathroom stall
I think you're funny but
Feel like we're gonna hit a wall
I just don't think that, think
I'm boyfriend material
Think I'm boyfriend material
Think I'm boyfriend material
Think I'm boyfriend material
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