But you're the kind of guy that cares nothing while taking it off是什么歌

Lines - Bülow
Written by：Megan Bulow/Michael Wise/Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Another weekend
Oh
I was with my friends that is true
While you were sneaking
Oh
You forgot you say you'll drive me home
So took a taxi home cold and alone in the dark on my own
So we're not speaking
No
Read between the silence on the phone
I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you're the kind of guy that cares nothing while taking it off
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention while I'm singing this song
Lines
Ooh
There's a thing called lines
Ooh
And I said I don't care but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lies
Ooh
But yours are white
Ooh
Don't want your sorries now and I cross them out
A thing called lines
Ooh
Lines
Ooh
Lines
Ooh
There's a thing called lines
My girl was swiping through
Funny how she came across you
So she swiped right on you didn't think you'd swipe right too
I've had about enough losing trust and there's nothing left to do
You put a hex on us and you've got a lot to undo
I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you're the kind of guy that cares nothing while taking it off
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention while I'm singing this song
Lines
Ooh
There's a thing called lines
Ooh
And I said I don't care but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lies
Ooh
But yours are white
Ooh
Don't want your sorries now and I cross them out
A thing called lines
Ooh
Lines
Ooh
Lines
Ooh
There's a thing called lines
So this is it your final strike
I've given you chances you're a lucky guy
Love is pure it's kerosine
Neither of us are perfect but you are just being mean
So cross my heart leave me to die
Stick a needle in my eye
Fool me once fool me twice one more time then you've crossed the
Line
Ooh
There's a thing called lines
Ooh
And I said I don't care but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lies
Ooh
But yours are white
Ooh
Don't want your sorries now and I cross them out
A thing called lines
Ooh
Lines
Ooh
Lines
Ooh
There's a thing called lines