You You You
Why you gotta fall apart
Right when I’m standing next to you in a crowd
Why you gotta make a scene
Making me tell other people I don’t know you now
Like the world will end because your friend
Said something ‘bout that nothing,
slacking stalkerish ex-boyfriend
I think you’re secretly wanting
A little drama
*You feel you have to overdo
you’re always thinking ‘bout you
just you, you, you
Why you gotta cut me off
Can’t get a word in because you think it’s so important
Why you gotta buy these things
So you can show everybody you can afford it
Like we care to compare someone
That’s not even there
And still you think that everybody Just looks at you
I think I’ll slip you this one clue
And get a move on
*
Can you ease up on this diva motion?
‘Cause I know you’re not that bad
And if you get a hold of yourself
You will see the friends you still have
But until then you’ll be
The same dramatic queen
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