Fakest Bitch Lyrics by London Grammar
Talking about miracles
The fakest bitch in all the world
Fingernails that make me curl, uh-uh
Given half the chance you’d steal my man
Think I’m naive
Girl, you can give it up, uh-uh
I saw your mum across the road
I feel guilt and it hurts my soul
Maybe if she loved your dad
You’d have the things that you should have had
We’d be friends for real
Not popping party pills, uh-uh, uh-uh
You always point at me and dance
When we’re alone you’ll hold my hand
People don’t change, people stay the same
We are what we are, when you’re falling apart
Don’t turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
That you’ve been fakin’, fakin’ for years
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
I no longer pick up the telephone
A friendship you will never know
The coolest river undisturbed, uh-uh
My grandma a story that she told
Never burn yourself to run from cold
Believe me I’d rather be alone
Than let you turn me into stone
But slowly as you realise
I figured out the big surprise
There’s not really much going on inside, uh-uh
You always point at me and dance
When we’re alone you hold my hand
People don’t change, people stay the same
We are what we are, when you’re falling apart
Don’t turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
That you’ve been fakin’, fakin’ for years
And you’re at the bar
With my boyfriend behind my back
You’ll say that you were bonding
Over your panic attacks
And I know you get a kick if I react
So I’ll never react
People don’t change, they just stay the same
We are what we are, when you’re falling apart
Don’t turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears
‘Cause you’re the fakest, fakest bitch
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