Lily Allen Insincerely yours текст песни, слова песни Insincerely yours Lily Allen
Lily Allen - Insincerely yours
What's going on in the magazines?
It's the same damn thing in every one.
I don't give a fuck about.
Or that Rita girl.
About Jourdan Dunn.
I don't wanna know about your perfect life.
Your perfect wife and it makes me sick.
I don't give a fuck about your instagram.
About your lovely house or your ugly kids.
[Bridge:]
I'm not your friend and I can't pretend.
I ain't being funny, funny.
Let's be clear.
I'm here.
I'm here to make money, money, money.
If I force a smile and can make it worthwhile.
Don't touch me honey, honey, honey.
Let's be clear.
I'm here.
I'm here to make money, money, money.
[Hook:]
Insincere, insincerely yours tonight.
(Let's be clear.
I'm here.
I'm here to make money, money, money).
We're all here.
We're all here cause the price is right.
(Let's be clear.
I'm here.
I'm here to make money, money, money).
[Verse 2:]
Whatever happened to the real DJ's.
Cause the chick you've paid can't mix for shit.
She's looking good with her headphones on.
With her beats by Dre.
She's so legit.
I see pictures of her all the time.
On the Mail online, she's everywhere.
Does anybody know what she does?
Do you know her name, do you really care?
[Bridge:]
[Hook:]
[Verse 3:]
I've never been one to moan.
But you're doing in my head now.
Doing in my head.
Doing in my head.
Doing in my head.
Will somebody take me home?
I'm ready for my bed now.
Ready for my bed.
Ready for my bed.
Ready for my bed.
[Hook:]
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