Fuck You – Annika Rose

You said to kiss me, you’d have to be cruel
But what do you call me laid out on the phone in your room?
You said seein’ me outside makes it too real
But if that’s what you want, what am I doin’ right here?

You know you’ve found every way to get into me
Without actually trying to get into me
If you think that it makes you a good guy
Honestly, I think it makes you the worst kind

So fuck you, your terrible excuse
Fuck you and your promises and the ones you’d never give
Fuck you, I win and you lose
Fuck you and your promises, all the ones you never meant

How do you expect me to wish you away
When I know I’m gonna get a call from you at the end of the day?
Don’t compare me to sculptures in Paris when you won’t even go meet my parents
How can you do what you do and continue to think it’s ok?

You know you’ve found every way to get into me
Without actually trying to get into me
If you think that it makes you a good guy
Honestly, I think it makes you the worst

So fuck you, your terrible excuse
Fuck you and your promises and the ones you’d never give
Fuck you, I win and you lose
Fuck you and your promises, all the ones you never meant

Woah, woah
So take my words, take what I say
And let them follow you down to your brain
Let lie again and walk away
But don’t forget to somberly when I say

Fuck you, your terrible excuse
Fuck you and your promises and the ones you’d never give
Fuck you, I win and you lose
Fuck you and your promises, all the ones you never meant
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah