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Most girls don't tick all of the boxes More baggage than my LA ex and don't know who The Knocks is Most girls are made-in-China plastics Over-the-counter counterfeits, emotional gymnastics It's summertime in Los Angeles Breathing easy on the sand 'til the sunburn hits In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips To the girl I'm gonna man Hell, we're gonna be famous Come up and roll me up the sun Cause I'm on one I wish I could find my Taylor Swift Be bad as hell, take no one's shit She'd be a boss and so legit I, I, I, I I wish I could find my sweet escape We could drink pink lemonade And stay in bed and dream away I, I, I, I I wish Most girls are beautiful in pictures They're smoke-and-mirror Juliets, they're Penn and Teller sisters Yeah, most girls are post-traumatic stresses Letras de cancionesLike fight-or-flighters, up all night untangling their messes Like summertime in Los Angeles Breathing easy on the sand til the sunburn hits In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips To the girl I'm gonna man Hell, we're gonna be famous Come up and roll me up the sun Cause I'm on one I wish I could find my Taylor Swift Be bad as hell, take no one's shit She'd be a boss and so legit I, I, I, I Yeah, I wish I could find my sweet escape We could drink pink lemonade And stay in bed and dream away I, I, I, I I wish And all the valley girls will come With me and Ringo on the drums Yeah, I'm on one I wish I could find my Taylor Swift Be bad as hell, take no one's shit She'd be a boss and so legit I, I, I, I Yeah, I wish I could find my sweet escape We could drink pink lemonade And stay in bed and dream away I, I, I, I I wish From Letras Mania