Winona Ryder (Ref 1) lyrics

by

Poppy


Now the boy says he’s a feminist, that’s why he can’t buy his own plane ticket
So pretty, you never had to try
Softcore porn in a rental car, only like a boy who could take it hard
Close your eyes and imagine you’re inside her
Ooh, am I what you like?
Ooh, am I just your type?
My love is torn in a dim lit bar
Maxed out all my credit card
So pretty, you hurt my eyes
Like to think you're in control
Another girl, another hole, am I being typical?

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