I wake up, puttin' makeup on a sad face
And Listerine ain't fixing this bad taste in my mouth
You move quicker than a season, I know you got your reasons
I just gotta talk this out like
Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her
And I don't really blame you 'cause
Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward (yeah)
Are you in love like we were?
If I were you, I'd probably keep her
Makes me wanna hit her when I see her
'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she's the onе I should hate
But I wanna know how she tastes
I kinda wanna hit hеr when I see her
Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt (oh)
I used to wear it too, yeah, it's the cropped one
With the red Corvette, someone new riding shotgun
I swear to God I want the best for you 'cause
You look better in love, I would never mess it up but
Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her
And I don't really blame you 'cause
She could give the things that I couldn't offer
Oh, oh
Are you in love like we were?
If I were you, I'd probably keep her
Makes me wanna hit her when I see her
'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she's the one I should hate
But I wanna know how she tastes
I kinda wanna hit her when I see her
Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Becky's so hot
Becky's so hot
Becky's so hot
Becky's so hot
Are you in love like we were?
And if I were you, I'd probably keep her
I wanna hit her when I see her
'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she's the one I should hate
But I wanna know how she tastes
I kinda wanna hit her when I see her
Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Becky's so hot
Are you in love like we were?
If I were you I'd probably keep her
I don't hate her, I just wanna be her
'Cause Becky's so hot
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