I get no solace chasing what's behind, me
But my god I've tried
I copped a fortune
Pelles on my body
(I want you in them babe)
Them winter glaciers baby all they told me
Was that I'm simple girl
Moscato bottles emptied all around me
It's white and black
You're right babe
You'd see that if you (call me)
3 margaritas in at Coney Island
While I reminisce
And all I reminisce is
That you don't wear my clothes anymore
Try to dress nice
Well shit I guess my ones don't fit me no more
Oh baby I
(I)
Find no pleasure landing hoes anymore
I'll lose my heart once
Jus cause you're not my 2 anymore
(Jus cause you're not my 2 anymore)