Lyrics: Kate Stephenson
Music: Kate Stephenson
I could tell he was a runner from the tracksuit
Love a run-in with a stunner in a black boot
Ugly gettin' pretty sittin', like a tattoo
Street-side spitter, big go-getter til he has to
Lover of his legroom
Talking from the neck, rude
I could've made his parents proud
I could've had a name he loved to spit up out of his mouth
But he don't want me now
He don't want me now
He don't want me now
He could tell I was a good and honest Truman
Big believe-it-til-I-see-it type of woman
Cut his sleeves to slip the cards he planned on showing
Love a self-aware and shelf-to-door avoidant
Lover of his legroom
Talking from the neck, rude
I could've made his parents proud
I could've had a name he loved to spit up out of his mouth
But he don't want me now
He don't want me now
He don't want me now
He don't want me now
He don't want me now
I would've made his parents proud
I would've had a name he loved to spit up out of his mouth
But he don't want me now
He don't want me now
He don't