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ASOT
Cooler than me.
If I could write you a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you up under my arm.
I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me.
You got designer shades just to hide your face and you wear'em around like you're cooler than me, and you never say "hey" or rmember my name and, it's probably 'cause, you think you're cooler than me.
you got your high brow shoes on your feet and you wear 'em around like it ain't shit.
But you don't know the way that you look, when your steps make that much noise.
Shh, see I got you all figured out, you need every one's eyes just to feel seen.
Behind your make up nobody knows who you even are, who do you think you are?
Now don't you dare act like you know don't know, know what's up? 'cause your nose is up, i'm approaching up, pshh, yup.
Like I can't give you winter in the summer.
A summer in the winter, Miami in December.
Triying to look bored in them Diors, she probably is, was acting shalow 'till she found out how deep that my pockets is.
Mrs. pre-Madonna, this is your reminder, that I think you fine, but I'm finer.
'Cause it sure seems
You got no doubt
But we all see
You got your head in the clouds.
If I could write you a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you up under my arm . . .. . .
I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this.
But you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me.
You got designer shades just to hide your face and you wear'em around like you're cooler than me, and you never say "hey" or rmember my name and, it's probably 'cause, you think you're cooler than me.
you got your high brow shoes on your feet and you wear 'em around like it ain't shit.
But you don't know the way that you look, when your steps make that much noise.
Shh, see I got you all figured out, you need every one's eyes just to feel seen.
Behind your make up nobody knows who you even are, who do you think you are?
Now don't you dare act like you know don't know, know what's up? 'cause your nose is up, i'm approaching up, pshh, yup.
Like I can't give you winter in the summer.
A summer in the winter, Miami in December.
Triying to look bored in them Diors, she probably is, was acting shalow 'till she found out how deep that my pockets is.
Mrs. pre-Madonna, this is your reminder, that I think you fine, but I'm finer.
'Cause it sure seems
You got no doubt
But we all see
You got your head in the clouds.
If I could write you a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you up under my arm . . .. . .
u make me feel the music in the skin
ASOT
"thats so vanilla".. means simple. uncolourful, the "safe choice". Youre vanilla means that you may be enough for some people, but not enough for me, no passion or lifeless in bed.
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