He was a fake kind of shy With a smart sounding mouth She liked his big blue eyes and all the shit he talked about
All of his big words (such big words) Went straight to her pretty brain (pretty brain, pretty brain) And oh his big fists (such big fists) Went straight through her two-ply door
I told you not to talk about him I don't like the taste of his name on your lips He is just a sinner boy (boy, boy) Doing bad things just to get you out his head I told you not to talk about him I don't like the taste of his name on your lips He is just a sinner boy Doing bad things just to get you out his head Just to get you out his head
And oh her blood shot eyes Stared straight through the morning light She's not so good at goodbyes Well honestly neither am I
All of his big words (such big words) Went straight to her pretty brain (pretty brain, pretty brain) And oh his big fists (such big fists) Went straight through her two-ply door
I told you not to talk about him I don't like the taste of his name on your lips He is just a sinner boy (boy, boy) Doing bad things just to get you out his head I told you not to talk about him I don't like the taste of his name on your lips He is just a sinner boy Doing bad things just to get you out his head Just to get you out his head
It's four a. m. , and my darkest thoughts come to light again His hands around your waist make me feel like I've lost my mind again He likes the way that you like the way he says your name again I hate his name I hate his name
I told you not to talk about him I don't like the taste of his name on your lips He is just a sinner boy (boy, boy) Doing bad things just to get you out his head I told you not to talk about him I don't like the taste of his name on your lips He is just a sinner boy Doing bad things just to get you out his head Just to get you out his head
Compositor: Morgan Leigh Gildersleeve (Morgan Saint) ECAD: Obra #19298149