Ella & Macy - Slip Dress

Mmmm, mmm
Mmmm, mmm

I think about it every night
How she's so perfect, never loses a fight
And I think she loves that about herself
Red painted nails
Roses in her ponytail
Why can't I be like that?
Not a care in the world
Just an old fashioned laugh

I'll bet she wears a slip dress
Every night to bed
Such a victorian
I have dust in my locket
The people are talking
She's always ignoring them
She will mess with my head
My flowers are dead
She can probably talk some sense into them
Is this what I am becoming?

My brain just needs to stop
Please don't finish that thought
I've made my bed and I will lie in it
Heart on her sleeve
But she will never let you see
The way she cries
Tears of liquid gold out of her eyes

I'll bet she wears a slip dress
Every night to bed
Such a victorian
I have dust in my locket
The people are talking
She's always ignoring them
She will mess with my head
My flowers are dead
She can probably talk some sense into them
Is this what I am becoming?

A jealous woman
Mmmm, mmm
Mmmm, mmm

Written by:
Ella Poe, Macy Lambert

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