Gingerale

She's an uptown shop, 'cause A pretty penny won't even get you a lot Buy her dinner to hear what's hot and what's not For endless lesson's on how to watch her talk She captivates me But I know that there's nothing that awaits me Buried underneath Underneath I better wait Lie here awake Out of your way And try to get over you Would but you won't Always on your own Eyes on your phone Sipping your Gingerale Sipping your Gingerale She's an overgrown wall She looks full and pretty But it's so cold underneath Burning plastic And f***ing every last guy she meets Girl was born into golden company I wanna lick your face And see if it tastes like stone Well I wanna know, "What's clouding up your mind?" I better wait Lie here awake Out of your way And try to get over you Would but you won't Always on your own Eyes on your phone Sipping your Gingerale Sipping your Gingerale I better wait Lie here awake Out of your way And try to get over you Would but you won't Always on your own Eyes on your phone Sipping your Gingerale Sipping your Gingerale