Blackbear - jude law & a semester abroad lyrics
[Blackbear - jude law & a semester abroad lyrics]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Whatever poison's in this bottle
Will leave me broken, sore, and stiff
It's the genie at the bottom
Who I'm sucking at he owes me one last wish
So here's a present to let
You know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss
Has something terribly contagious on his lips
I've got a plan
I'll drink for forty days and forty nights
So you can tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the 'Merican boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say, you say
Even if her plane crashes tonight
She'll find some way to disappoint me
By not burning in the wreckage
Or drowning at the bottom of the sea
"Jess, I still taste you
Thus reserve my right to hate you
All this empty space that you create
Does nothing for my sense of style"
I'll drink for forty days and forty nights
So you can tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the 'Merican boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say, you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
Never gonna get enough never gonna get it
Never gonna get enough
Never gonna get enough never gonna get it
Never gonna get enough
Tell all the English boys you meet
Tell all the English boys you meet
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout your 'Merican boy back in the states
Whatever poison's in this bottle
Will leave me broken, sore, and stiff
It's the genie at the bottom
Who I'm sucking at he owes me one last wish
So here's a present to let
You know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss
Has something terribly contagious on his lips
I've got a plan
I'll drink for forty days and forty nights
So you can tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the 'Merican boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say, you say
Even if her plane crashes tonight
She'll find some way to disappoint me
By not burning in the wreckage
Or drowning at the bottom of the sea
"Jess, I still taste you
Thus reserve my right to hate you
All this empty space that you create
Does nothing for my sense of style"
I'll drink for forty days and forty nights
So you can tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout the 'Merican boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say, you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
Never gonna get enough never gonna get it
Never gonna get enough
Never gonna get enough never gonna get it
Never gonna get enough
Tell all the English boys you meet
Tell all the English boys you meet
Tell all the English boys you meet
'Bout your 'Merican boy back in the states