She's a firecracker, skinny jeans She leaves a trail of gasoline Than her daddy, she can even sing You're living in her world
The word around the street She likes the smell of cocaine It makes her crazy when she You'll never make it if you Don't keep her locked in a cage
Don't let the weight of her world Don't let her walk in the room Don't let the touch of her hand
From a hundred texts you haven't read When it's later and she's off her head You're just living in her world
And all the swedish girls They hang out at the hotel I think they know you very well It paints a picture of a movie
Don't let the weight of her world Don't let her walk in the room Don't let the touch of her hand
And what am i supposed to talk about with you anyway? I graduated the year you were born. And i don't wanna have to drive around and listen to your burned cds through your shitty car speakers of every band you think you discovered; it's just gonna make me feel insecure.
Don't let the weight of her world Don't let her walk in the room Don't let the touch of her hand
Don't let the weight of her world Don't let her walk in the room Don't let the touch of her hand