Verse 2:Dutiful daughter all my plans were laidTendrils tucked into a woven braidGrowing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at allHe was chaos he was revelryBedroom eyes like a remedySoon enough the elders had convened down at the city hall
Pre-Chorus:“Stay away from her,” the saboteursProtested too muchLord knows the words we never heardJust screeching tires of true love
Chorus:And I’m running with my dress unbuttonedScreaming, “But daddy I love him”I’m having this babyNo, I’m not, but you should see your facesI’m telling him to floor it through the fencesNo, I’m not coming to my sensesI know it’s crazyBut he’s the one I wantI’ll tell you something right nowI’d rather burn my whole life downThan listen to one more second of all this bitchin’ and moanin’I’ll tell you something ’bout my good nameIt's mine alone to disgraceI don’t cater to all these vipers dressed in empaths’ clothing
Bridge:God save the most judgmental creepsWho say they want what's best for meSanctimoniously performing soliloquies I’ll never seeThinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches meAnd counteract the chemistryAnd undo the destinyYou ain’t gotta pray for meMe and my wild boyAnd all of this wild joyIf all you want is gray for meIt's just white noiseIt's just my choice
Verse 3:There’s a lot of people in town that I bestow upon my fakest smilesScandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closerWe came back when the heat died downWent to my parents and they came aroundAll the wine moms are still holding outBut fuck ’em, it’s over
Chorus:Now I’m dancing in my dress in the sun andEven my daddy just loves himI’m his ladyAnd oh my God you should see your facesTime, doesn’t it give some perspectiveI know you can’t come to the weddingI know it's crazy but he’s the one I loveI'll tell you something right nowYou ain’t gotta pray for meMe and my wild boy, and all of this wild joyHe was chaos, he was revelryIf all you want is gray for meIt’s just white noise, it’s my choice
Outro:Screaming, “But daddy, I love him”I’m having this babyNo, I’m notBut you should see your facesAnd oh my God, you should see your facesHe was chaos, he was revelry
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