作词 : Andrea Mitchell/Alex Borel/Chloe Copoloff
作曲 : Andrea Mitchell/Colin Foote
EW, EW, EW, HAHAHAHA
Gross; the thought of loving someone hurts the most
Raise a glass to being on my own, on my own
Me; Miss Americana wannabe
You're the good guy, you deserve a trophy
not to be lonely
You could be the person of my dreams
But I won't love you 'till you don't love me
I only want your body till you got yours hands all over me
If you want me, I don't want ya
Treat me good, it's gon' cost ya
Want what I can't have, oh I got it bad
Hate that if I'm not crying
Couldn't care less, don't like it
When you want me back, where's the fun in that?
Why is being late to everything my type?
Stuck on shitty guys who always lie
It gets me high
And you, probably too good to be true
I need someone I can lose
That's not you
The sky could be falling and you could be the last one alive
Baby, I'd still leave ya
Drives me insane, how my mind just won't let me be...
If you want me, I don't want ya
Treat me good, it's gon' cost ya
Want what I can't have, oh, I got it bad
Hate that if I'm not crying, couldn't care less, don't like it
When you want me back, where's the fun in that?
How will I find the love of my life?
I dive in when all the rivers are dry
I like 'em bad, hate the nice guy
I like 'em better on ice
If you want me, I don't want ya
Treat me good, it's gon' cost ya
Want what I can't have, oh, I got it bad
Hate that if I'm not crying, couldn't care less, don't like it
When you want me back, where's the fun in that?