I'm in love, I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him.
I'm in love, I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him.
I'm in love, I'm in love, the way he wears his hair.
The shoes he wears, the way he stares I'm gone.
I'm in love, I'm in love, the way he cooks my eggs.
Clways cage-free, some celery and avocado.
I'm in love, I'm in love, with his facial hair.
The way it's changed, some days it's shaved or it's not.
I swear to God, I swear to God, if he grew that hair
Cnd gelled it up like the Pringles guy I'd f*cking die.
I would literally f*cking die.
I'm in love, I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him.
I'm in love, I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him.
But he's in love, he's in love with a Williamsburg girl.
Her high waist jeans, socks to her knees, he's gone.
Cnd he's in love, he's in love with her Skrillex hair.
She drinks her beer like she don't care, it's organic.
I'm still in love, still in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him.
I'm in love, I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell, tell, tell, tell, tell
Oh I'm in love, I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell, tell, tell, tell, tell
Oh I'm in love, I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, no don't tell.