Lyrics by:Andrea Mitchell/Alex Borel/Chloe Copoloff
Composed by:Andrea Mitchell/Colin Foote
Mmm mmm ew
Mmm mmm ew
Mmm mmm ew
Hahahaha
Gross, the thought of loving someone hurts the most
Raise a glass to being on my own, on my own
Me
Miss Americana wannabe
You're the good guy, you deserve a trophy
Not to be lonely
You could be the person of my dreams
But I won't love you 'till you don't love me
I only want your body till you got yours hands all over me
If you want me, I don't want you
Treat me good, it's gon' cost you
Want what I can't have
Oh, I got it bad
Hate that if I'm not crying
Couldn't care less, don't like it
When you want me back
Where's the fun in that
Why is being late to everything my type
Stuck on shitty guys who always lie
It gets me high
And you, probably too good to be true
I need someone I can lose
That's not you
The sky could be falling and you could be the
Last one alive, baby, I'd still leave you
Drives me insane, how my mind just won't let me be
If you want me, I don't want you
Treat me good, it's gon' cost you
Want what I can't have
Oh, I got it bad
Hate that if I'm not crying
Couldn't care less, don't like it
When you want me back
Where's the fun in that
How will I find the love of my life
I dive in when all the rivers are dry
I like 'em bad, hate the nice guy
I like 'em better on ice
If you want me, I don't want you
Treat me good, it's gon' cost you
Want what I can't have
Oh, I got it bad
Hate that if I'm not crying
Couldn't care less, don't like it
When you want me back
Where's the fun in that
