no strings attach but i think he might be the match
always been put down , but you fix my crown
covered in makeup to hide the tears
overdressed in clothes to hide my fears
i am that party , surrounded by everybody
cool chics and dope guys but i am nervous
maybe its all in my head , but i feel like you are becoming my friend ?
just dancing by my own when you come an my play my song
im not much of a dancer but nobody really had me dance along
quite like you and you came out of the blue , to good to be true
got that smile that killls young girls heart
but i like to chat , casual with you and i know i sound like a dork
you are the story that i never will , edit because i like it
all this make up , break up and theres you
im not sure what you are but you make me feel comfortable with this
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