Lyrics: Forrest Nolan/Joshua Hui/Ryan Marrone/Malachi Kalin Cohen/Stephen Conley
Music: Forrest Nolan/Joshua Hui/Ryan Marrone/Malachi Kalin Cohen/Stephen Conley
Red sequin fell off her earring
I think I've found the one
She writes copy and likes coffee
Okay, I don’t know much
But I think I saw her by the hot tub
Talkin', talkin' heads in space
So if you catch her in the hallway, tell her this must be the place
I think her eyes are blue or green, or something in between
Could’ve been red, she said
She thought that I was mean
And then she called her mom and licked me on the cheek
And said, "You taste like my ex", well, thank you, I guess?
It’s true, she came on kinda strong
She kinda turns me on
I kinda wanna take off her fake tattoos
She kissed me on the face
And said, "I think you taste like my ex"
Well, thank you, I guess?
Blue sneakers that match her T-shirt
But she don’t lace ‘em up
She said to call her, I lost her number
And I'm just tryna follow up
I think I saw her by the awning of the LV store on 5th
So if you catch her window shopping, just pretend I’m filthy rich
I think her eyes are blue or green, or something in between
Could’ve been red, she said
She thought that I was mean
And then she called her mom and licked me on the cheek
And said, "You taste like my ex", well, thank you, I guess?
It’s true, she came on kinda strong
She kinda turns me on
I kinda wanna take off her fake tattoos
She kissed me on the face
And said, "I think you taste like my ex"
Well, thank you, I guess?
Thank you, I guess?