Texty

Uh! All the wicked things that I keep thinking Are putting lines across my face I should be happy with what I've got going Shouldn't be bitter at my age Someone amazing's in the room And I don't want them to be there They're looking beautiful and cool I just want to feel that too I want your suntan I want your boyfriend I want what you got, I say it a lot I want your small waist Want your vacation I want what you got, I say it a lot Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god I want what you got, I say it a lot I want your car I want your apartment I want what you got, I say it a lot Uh! Yeah I never used to have to care about anything I used to dream while I was baked But now I want to be like girls on the television There's just so much I want to change 'Cause we've all joined a gym But I don't ever go to it They say that mind fulling is in Uh, I tried it didn't like it, but you did and now you're somewhere I want your suntan I want your boyfriend I want what you got, I say it a lot I want your small waist Want your vacation I want what you got, I say it a lot Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god I want what you got, I say it a lot I want your car I want your apartment I want what you got, I say it a lot You got the diamonds, got the attitude, the Lou Vuitton shoes You got the pet albino cat and the black car to abuse Toronto youths and part-time models dating chefs with tattoos We're all just waiting here, just waiting here for something to do Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god I want what you got I want what you got Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god I want what you got I want your suntan I want your boyfriend I want what you got, I say it a lot I want your number I want your paycheck I want what you got, I say it a lot Uh!
Writer(s): Jordan Miller, Leandra Earl, Eliza Enman Mcdaniel, Garret Lee, Nicole Morier, Kylie Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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