Bob Cut

He's like a cigarette butt stuck to your shoes, But you can’t say goodbye to him and lose. Everyone around notices You’re like under hypnosis. Just stop lie to yourself; you're still waiting for him. Stop pretending to act like impregnable queen, 'Cause it hits you again; with him you feel that match. You are walking on a knife edge. Girl, you wanted drama; now you got your bob cut, 'Cause you hate that person that your boyfriend turned out. Girl, you wanted drama, but just tell me why: If there’s no more boyfriend, no reasons to cry. He’s like a tube that dries up in the morning, But you can’t let him go, and it’s annoying. Baby, you cried in vain, 'Cause they all are the same. Just stop lie to yourself; you’re pretending, Your Grace. Now adjusting the crown, you fall down on your face, 'Cause it hits you again, and you’re falling apart. You still follow him through the dark. Girl, you wanted drama; now you got your bob cut, 'Cause you hate that person that your boyfriend turned out. Girl, you wanted drama, but just tell me why: If there’s no more boyfriend, no reasons to cry. Girl, you wanted drama; now you got your bob cut, 'Cause you hate that person that your boyfriend turned out. Girl, you wanted drama, but just tell me why: If there’s no more boyfriend, no reasons to cry.