You say you like blondes, I'll comb my hair, dress it
Paint my lips cherry, cause you like it better
You write me shitty songs, but I learn every word
And I'll pretend that they're the best I've ever heard
Lying to myself, it won't end well
Oh well, oh here I go again
I hate who I've become
When I fall in love
I won't have a glass
You got me feeling
Yucky, yucky, yucky, and it's twisting up my tummy
Got me acting kind of funny, cause I wanna make you love me
Yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky
Twisting up my tummy, yeah, you got me feeling yucky
Yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky
Twisting up my tummy, yeah, you got me feeling yucky
Now I ghosted all my friends
Don't wanna tell them where I've been
Boy, you're * with my head
But I'm kind of into it
I would do it all again
I'm a mess, I'm a mess, I'm a mess
I hate who I've become
When I fall in love
Oh, I won't have a glass
You got me feeling
Yucky, yucky, yucky, and it's twisting up my tummy
Got me acting kind of funny, cause I wanna make you love me
Yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky
Twisting up my tummy, yeah, you got me feeling yucky
Yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky, yucky
Twisting up my tummy, yeah, you got me feeling yucky
Lying to my soul, it won't end well
Lying to myself, it won't end well
I hate who I've become
I hate who I've become
Twisting up my tongue, you got me acting
Honey, honey, yeah you got me feeling