Her

Guilty pleasure Know you met Her last November You're together But boy I bet I know Her better I don't ever think about you, like never All I think about Is who you're holding now And I'm up all night I stare at Her pictures Lose my mind again Cause I'll never be Her (Her) So I close my eyes I'm biting my fingers Fantasize about what it's like to be Her (Her) Oh, I wanna be Don't be flattered Boy you're still a whole disaster How you have Her Thats a question only God can answer Perfect hair, designer clothes Far away, but I feel close All I think about Is what she's doing now And I'm up all night I stare at Her pictures Lose my mind again Cause I'll never be Her (Her) So I close my eyes I'm biting my fingers Fantasize about what it's like to be Her (Her) Oh, I wanna be Oh, I wanna be Oh, I wanna be Baby she's so pretty Yeah just fucking kill me Baby she's so pretty Yeah just fucking kill me