Lines - bülow

I’m not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off

But you’re the kind of guy that cares nothing while taking it off

You’ll be acting like you don’t know what you did that was wrong

So I hope you pay attention while I’m singing this song

Lines (ooh), there’s a thing called lines (ooh)

And I said I don’t care but maybe I might

Baby there’s a thing called lies (ooh), but yours aren’t white (ooh)

Don’t want your sorries now, and I cross them out

A thing called lines (ooh), lines (ooh)

Lines (ooh), there’s a thing called lines

My girl was swiping through

Funny how she came across you

So she swiped right on you, didn’t think you’d swipe right too

I’ve had about enough, losing trust, and there’s nothing left to do

You put a hex on us, and you’ve got a lot to undo

I’m not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off

But you’re the kind of guy that cares nothing while taking it off

You’ll be acting like you don’t know what you did that was wrong

So I hope you pay attention while I’m singing this song

Lines (ooh), there’s a thing called lines (ooh)

And I said I don’t care but maybe I might

Baby there’s a thing called lies (ooh), but yours aren’t white (ooh)

Don’t want your sorries now, and I cross them out

A thing called lines (ooh), lines (ooh)

Lines (ooh), there’s a thing called lines

So this is it, your final strike

I’ve given you chances, you’re a lucky guy

Love is pure, it’s kerosine

Neither of us are perfect, but you are just being mean

So cross my heart, leave me to die

Stick a needle in my eye

Fool me once, fool me twice, one more time then you’ve crossed the

Line (ooh), there’s a thing called lines (ooh)

And I said I don’t care but maybe I might

Baby there’s a thing called lies (ooh), but yours aren’t white (ooh)

Don’t want your sorries now, and I cross them out

A thing called lines (ooh), lines (ooh)

Lines (ooh), there’s a thing called lines