I know you’re gonna miss this
I’ve had enough
Never thought you’d be with him
You’re dressing up (you're dressing up)
The same way that you always did
Pink cheetah print slip
Now you want dick
Not one to talk shit
But I know you're gonna miss this
You’re getting mid head
How’s it feel to play pretend?
When you’re lying in his bed
I know you're gonna miss this
Uh-huh
I know you're gonna miss this
Uh-huh
I know you're gonna-
I know your type
Existential rockstar indie-boy look-alike
I hope he’s shit on stage
And all his songs sound the same
'Cause I know you know (I know you know)
He could never compare to me
When he leaves you alone (when he leaves you all alone)
Don’t try crawling back to me
Pink cheetah print slip
Now you want dick
Not one to talk shit
But I know you're gonna miss this
You’re getting mid head
How’s it feel to play pretend
When you’re lying in his bed
I know gonna miss this
Pink cheetah print slip
Now you want dick
Not one to talk shit
But I know you're gonna miss this
You’re getting mid head
How’s it feel to play pretend
When you’re lying in his bed
I know you're gonna miss this
Uh-huh
I know you're gonna miss this
Uh-huh
I know you're gonna miss this