FMT

[Intro] Fuck my type, throw away my expectations Just fake it, let's just fake it Dress it up nice, polished and prim You think I’m her, but I know you're not him Oh, know you're not him [Verse 1] Oh, but who the fuck cares? I’m tired of trying, let's make Daddy proud Even if we're lyin', cause no one will know, oh Take me out, show me off, smile's what they say "Honey, he's rich, so swallow your pain" [Pre-Chorus] I rather just get this shit over with Push back my memories of an ex-boyfriend I loved so damn much, he was so damn fun But I'll never be enough, and it sucks 'cause [Chorus] Fuck my type Why do I like him? He will never treat me right No, no, no, so Fuck my type So I’m trading a broken heart For a good life Oh-oh [Verse 2] They said, "Girl, can’t you see, won't you open your eyes? The places you’ll reach, you'll go higher and higher You need someone who's gonna equal your fame Give your last names, and come save the day So cute and innocent, you want love, no doubt" I must be missing something, ain't that what life’s about? Genuine love, and passionate touches, laughter I hate this transactional stuff [Pre-Chorus] Rather just get this shit over with Push back my memories of an ex- boyfriend I loved so damn much, he was so damn fun But I'll never be enough, and it sucks 'cause [Chorus] Fuck my type Why do I like him? He will never treat me right No, no, no, so Fuck my type So I'm trading a broken heart For a good life, ah, yeah