French Becky - Grace Mitchell

This is a note to you

When you get it, step outside the room

I’ve been in your shoes

I could’ve prevented it sooner, I could’ve prevented it sooner

And now I’m obsessed with a loser

I know it seems like he’s put together and soaked in candlelight

He’s got a cozy sweater

And no one could ever look cooler, no one could ever look cooler

And now you’re obsessed with a loser

I’ll be cut and dry

You’re not on his mind

I’m telling you

If he isn’t for me

He’s not for you

You’ll say «Oh je m’appelle»

He’ll say «Madame ça va»

He’ll say «Joli je t’aime»

You’ll say «Je ne sais quoi»

When you see his face

Don’t forget me and make the same mistakes

I can recognise it’s in the way that he saunters

Like he can’t even be bothered, like he can’t even be bothered

If you’re reading this, stop what you’re doing

And crumple it up in your fist

You go back to where he is

And tell him you’re not that foolish

And that you don’t want to do this

Now that you know what the truth is

How could I have been so stupid

Keeps me up at night

I’m telling you

If he isn’t for me

He’s not for you

You’ll say «Oh je m’appelle»

He’ll say «Madame ça va»

He’ll say «Joli je t’aime»

You’ll say «Je ne sais quoi»

I’m telling you

If he isn’t for me

He’s not for you

I’m telling you

If he isn’t for me

He’s not for you

You’ll say «Oh je m’appelle»

He’ll say «Madame ça va»

He’ll say «Joli je t’aime»

You’ll say «Je ne sais quoi»

I’m telling you

If he isn’t for me

He’s not for you