Girl Crush - New Politics

I still can’t get over the sex we had

Let me tell you about my girl, God help me

She had a finger wave, and disco veins, and spaceship lips

I said, «Houston, I’ve landed, let’s go steady»

On Saturday, she seemed different

She turned and kissed another girl

And she’s in love with her

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Girl, oh, and now I know tonight she ain’t mine

She’s got a girl crush

She thinks I’m famous

I guess I’m close enough to be dangerous

I still can’t remember where we met that night

But there were Coney Island freaks surfing cocaine

And when the wave crashed down and a full black moon out

I said «You're the only cat on my runway»