you want me to meet your mama
and i know that you've been praying for nirvana
i got you feeling like rihanna
so you bend 'till you'll break
talkin' shit 'bout me to your friends
and you tuck me into the dead
you keep me down into the summer
that prosecco don't got you feelin' like rihanna
so you bend 'till you'll break
'cause it's easy to pretend
and you tuck me into the dead
you know i'm no good for ya
you know i'm no good for ya
i'm not the one you're lookin' for
maybe love won't help you stop the war
the summer's that we shared is always
you want me to meet your mama
and i know that you've been praying for nirvana
that prosecco don't got you feeling like rihanna
and you tuck me into the dead
you know i'm no good for ya
you know i'm no good for ya
you know i'm no good for ya
you know i'm no good for ya