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(This is the view from dinner)
I'm good friends with Jimmy, he owns this restaurant
I don't know his kids names, I drink what I want
Yeah, I speak a bit of French, but I have yet to go
I interned at Vogue ten summers ago, so I should know
Wait, I can't relate to
Seemingly honest faking
I shall stand crippled
Sipping wine amongst the faces
With friend replacements
Wondering how to shake it
I think we're all more
Horrified than we're saying
Gimme, gimme clothes now
That I can't afford
Eyelash extensions
In a no-filter world
You should really get on Snapchat
Connect with the kids
Let's collab, and by collab
I mean you take a picture of you in it
You should go try and be cool
I smell the lies on you, the lies on you (the lies, the lies on you)
'Cause no allies can remove
The shame in you, so shame on you (shame, shame on you)
They could puff you up just a little bit more
So we could pick you out when you're amongst us all
I needed
Some kind of differentiation to see it
You'd think I'd be upset when you stand in my face
This cocktail hour-talk makes me want to erase my talents
I'm jealous, wish I could be so careless
(Just so you know, "carefree" is more of what I mean, it just doesn't rhyme)
You should go try and be cool
I smell the lies on you, the lies on you
'Cause no, no allies can remove
The shame in you, so shame on you (shame, shame on you)
Six free bottles and he didn't even tip?
Mmh, bragging 'bout his cars and his wrist
And he left the bathroom puking and shit
Ew, I don't know who 'bout to clean all of this
Oh, hell no, I gotta go
My boyfriend's outside now
You're always leaving first, I didn't wanna fucking curse
But these assholes are working my last nerve
Did you see the bitch with the plastic tits?