Original lyrics

EN

Had me in the palm, had me in the palm of your hand But you still throw me down to see how I land And I'm that type of bitch, running to my next heartbreak But you still pull me 'round to see what I'll take Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out Whoa, oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down I'm that type of bitch, always gotta dry her eyes 'Cause someone said something that I didn't like And maybe I've been catching, maybe I've been catching good days When you're sweet to me like lemonade (uh, uh, uh) Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out Whoa, oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down Damn, you're good when you say you love me Damn, you're good when you give me nothing Damn, you're good when you say you love me Damn, you're good when you give me nothing (aow!) And I'm just waiting for this house to burn down (ah, ah) Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for my luck to run out, oh Whoa, oh, and if you tell me that you're leaving I'ma need a better reason than you hate the way I'm being Whoa, oh, and I'm just waiting for this house to burn down, mmm