Her کے بول

Guilty pleasure I know you met her last November You're together But, boy, I bet I know her better I don't ever Think about you, like never All I think about Is who you're holding now And I'm up all night, I stare at her pictures Lose my mind again 'cause I'll never be her Her So I close my eyes and bite on my fingers Fantasize about what it's like to be her Her Oh, I wanna be Don't be flattered Boy, you're still a whole disaster How you have her? That's a question only God can answer Perfect hair, designer clothes Far away, but I feel close All I think about Is what she's doing now And I'm up all night, I stare at her pictures Lose my mind again 'cause I'll never be her (her) Her (her) So I close my eyes and bite on my fingers Fantasize about what it's like to be her (her) Her (her) Oh, I wanna be (her, her) Oh, I wanna be (her, her) Oh, I wanna be (Baby, she's so pretty) (Yeah, just fuckin' kill me) (Baby, she's so pretty) (Yeah, just fuckin' kill me)