| Fuck my type, throw away my expectations |
| Just fake it, let's just fake it |
| Dress it up nice, polished and prim |
| You think I'm her, but I know you're not him |
| Oh, know you're not him |
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| Oh, but who the fuck cares? |
| I'm tired of trying, let's make Daddy proud |
| Even if we're lying |
| 'Cause no one will know, oh |
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| Take me out, show me off, smile's what they say |
| Honey, he's rich, so swallow your pain |
| I rather just get this shit over with |
| Push back my memories of an ex-boyfriend |
| I loved so damn much, he was so damn fun |
| But I'll never be enough, and it sucks 'cause |
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| Fuck my type |
| Why do I like him? He will never treat me right |
| No, no, no, so |
| Fuck my type |
| So I'm trading a broken heart |
| For a good life, ah, yeah |
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| They say, "Girl, can't you see, won't you open your eyes? |
| The places you'll reach, you'll go higher and higher |
| You need someone who's gonna equal your fame |
| Give your last names, and come save the day |
| So cute and innocent, you want love, no doubt" |
| I must be missing something, ain't that what life's about? |
| Genuine love, and passionate touches, laughter |
| I hate this transactional stuff |
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| Rather just get this shit over with |
| Push back my memories of an ex-boyfriend |
| I loved so damn much, he was so damn fun |
| But I'll never be enough, and it sucks 'cause |
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| Fuck my type |
| Why do I like him? He will never treat me right |
| No, no, no, so |
| Fuck my type |
| So I'm trading a broken heart |
| For a good life |
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