I just wanna look good for you, good for you Let me show you how proud I am to be yours Leave this dress a mess on the floor And still look good for you, good for you Make you never wanna leave Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight Do my hair up

When you're reaching out, reaching out for me, yeah So when you reach for me, I'm glad I'm by your side And you're holding me, I'm alright, I'm alright I wanna hold you, I wanna touch you I wanna feel good and make you mine We're on our own Somehow we

I don't wanna be famous I just wanna be rich Makeup for my bitch I don't fuck with these niggas Stop pretending and shit 40 Mill with some acres We don't fuck with you, we don't fuck with you We don't fuck with you 40 mill with some acres

We never have to say goodbye We never have to say 'Cause I can feel you from the afterlife And I just wanna say, that every single day You make me take a deeper look inside If everything you say it's true Then I would never have to call on you In every

Would it make a difference I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans Gonna walk out of here into the street Would you put up resistance Would you know the real me Me in my old blue jeans And forget everything you know I don't wanna dress up tonight You walk

In my pink sunglasses Always makes the world look a little bit better You can try 'em anytime you need a change of the weather When I'm walking by, I wanna roll my eyes In my pink sunglasses, pink sunglasses My pink sunglasses I put 'em on whenever I sit

When it feels (feels) like the world's gone mad (mad) And there's nothing you can do (do) about it No there's nothing you can do about it (about it) You don't wanna fuck with us British to the very last You wanna make some money So this is where we are

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive Here's hoping we collide I want to make the best of what is left hold tight Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave

(Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning I wanna make it right My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it’s paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round (After it rains and pour) How did you find me here? It must be

Talk is cheap, my darling When you're feeling right at home I wanna make you move with confidence I wanna be with you alone Said help me help you start it You're too comfortable to know Throwing out those words Oh, you gotta feel it on your own You're a