Sliding down the block
with your hair slicked back
Shiny shoes and wet smile,
You’ve trained them moves for awhile
Headed for trouble
One arm on my shoulder
Acting like you own me,
But you’ll never get to know me.
F*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy, f*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy
Nothing I haven’t seen before (3)
There is something in your eyes,
And there is something in your lies,
I’ve got you all figured out
It must be mommies fault.
You think you’re from another time,
scoring goals at your prime
Hope the numbers keep you warm,
when you end up alone.
F*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy, f*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy
Nothing I haven’t seen before (3)
You don’t own me
You don’t know me
You don’t own me
You don’t know me
F*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy, f*ck boy, you’re a f*ck boy
Nothing I haven’t seen before (3)