Letras
Guilty pleasure
Know you met Her last November
You're together
But boy I bet I know Her better
I don't ever think about you, like never
All I think about
Is who you're holding now
And I'm up all night
I stare at Her pictures
Lose my mind again
Cause I'll never be Her (Her)
So I close my eyes
I'm biting my fingers
Fantasize about what it's like to be Her (Her)
Oh, I wanna be
Don't be flattered
Boy you're still a whole disaster
How you have Her
Thats a question only God can answer
Perfect hair, designer clothes
Far away, but I feel close
All I think about
Is what she's doing now
And I'm up all night
I stare at Her pictures
Lose my mind again
Cause I'll never be Her (Her)
So I close my eyes
I'm biting my fingers
Fantasize about what it's like to be Her (Her)
Oh, I wanna be
Oh, I wanna be
Oh, I wanna be
Baby she's so pretty
Yeah just fucking kill me
Baby she's so pretty
Yeah just fucking kill me