Fuck You - Annika Rose, Internet Girl

You said to kiss me, you’d have to be cruel

But what do you call me laid out on the phone in your room?

You said seein' me outside makes it too real

But if that’s what you want, what am I doin' right here?

You know you’ve found every way to get into me

Without actually trying to get into me

If you think that it makes you a good guy

Honestly, I think it makes you the worst kind

So fuck you, your terrible excuse

Fuck you and your promises and the ones you’d never give

Fuck you, I win and you lose

Fuck you and your promises, all the ones you never meant

How do you expect me to wish you away

When I know I’m gonna get a call from you at the end of the day?

Don’t compare me to sculptures in Paris when you won’t even go meet my parents

How can you do what you do and continue to think it’s ok?

You know you’ve found every way to get into me

Without actually trying to get into me

If you think that it makes you a good guy

Honestly, I think it makes you the worst

So fuck you, your terrible excuse

Fuck you and your promises and the ones you’d never give

Fuck you, I win and you lose

Fuck you and your promises, all the ones you never meant

Woah, woah

So take my words, take what I say

And let them follow you down to your brain

Let lie again and walk away

But don’t forget to somberly when I say

Fuck you, your terrible excuse

Fuck you and your promises and the ones you’d never give

Fuck you, I win and you lose

Fuck you and your promises, all the ones you never meant

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah

Woah, woah