Motorbike

I, I haven't got a clue What I'm supposed to do tonight There's dishes in the sink Your hair is in the drain and I forgot to say Clean up your shit I don't want it here You, you think I'm dumb And I don't know a thing, but I'm fully aware That love, it comes and goes And I don't know a thing, no, I don't know a thing So pack up your things I don't want you here Hey, you're not being loud enough Oh, ooh You, you think that I I'm only what I like, well, you're right Yeah, you pull up outside You're on a motorbike and I start to think Oh, bring all your shit And get over here And get over here Hey, you're not being loud enough Oh-ooh