Текст песни
I’m sick of all your whims and games
Swimming in illusions — fools’ delights
Get it straight — I’m no Madame de Pompadour
My name’s not fit for fancy courts
Your little flirtations mean nothing to me
High society’s like tar in a bog to see
Read more books, my friend, you’ll agree
Lessen your vile desires, set yourself free
Delete my number from your contact list
I’ll find a thousand reasons to resist
Narcissistic boys don’t catch my eye
But you don’t even qualify as a man, don’t lie
Don’t confess your love to me
Don’t spin those pretty tales so free
Neither day nor night disturb my peace
Understand — you’re simply out of reach
Your deceitful nature turns my stomach sour
Your mood swings like a weekly tower
Life with you is like a desert storm
Morally corroded, a broken-down form
Delete my number from your contact list
I’ll find a thousand reasons to resist
Narcissistic boys don’t catch my eye
But you don’t even qualify as a man, don’t lie
