DFTM

I came here to be alone And I'm staring at my phone I turn away after everything you say You've made it clear that you don't wanna hear me And I wish I'd stayed at home A-B-C, do I need to spell it out for you? 1-2-3, times is more than an accident I want you to Tell me why you thought that you could touch me Lights low but I see you clearly Reaching out like some kind of creep I told you not to fucking touch me I could make a scene and make myself the bad guy And you can tell your friends about the crazy bitch you met last night When you were just being nice Yeah right A-B-C, do I need to spell it out for you Hands off me, I'm prepared to make you regret why you came here Tell me why you thought that you could touch me Lights low but I see you clearly Reaching out like some kind of creep I told you not to fucking touch me Even if I wanted to Which I'd never want to It's so easy to see through Everything you're trying to do Even if I wanted to Which I'd never want to It's so easy to see through Everything you're trying to do Tell me why you thought that you could touch me Lights low but I see you clearly Reaching out like some kind of creep I told you not to fucking touch me I told you not to fucking touch me I told you not to fucking touch me