Charlotte Sands
If I was a fly, on the wall, of your life,
I’d be so bored I would pray, every day, I could die.
So I wouldn’t hear my name, on your tongue, like the lies,
That you’re throwing in my face.
My face.
(Ooh) I’m getting sick of being nice.
(Ooh) You hurt me every single time.
(Ooh) Well, if you’re gonna say goodbye.
Fuck it, I’ll get famous out of spite.
I’ll make it overnight.
Be starring in the movies.
Just to make you cry.
Baby, I’ll be in your dreams
And every magazine.
Go tell everyone you knew me.
They’ll say, “O.M.G.!
Damn, you fumbled the bag.”
(Ah, ooh, yeah) Never gonna let you forget.
(Ah, ooh, yeah) I’ma be your biggest regret.
(Ah, ooh, yeah) Good luck getting me out of your life.
I’ll get famous out of spite, spite, spite, spite.
I’ll be on every sign, every street, every town.
Yeah, I might just buy your house, light a match, burn it down.
While my name is up in lights, you’ll be out, in the crowd,
With my picture on your shirt. (Ah)
(Ooh) You always hit me where it hurts.
(Ooh) You’re gonna get what you deserve.
(Ooh) Well, if you’re gonna, do your worst.
Fuck it, I’ll get famous out of spite.
I’ll make it overnight.
Be starring in the movies.
Just to make you cry.
Baby, I’ll be in your dreams
And every magazine.
Go tell everyone you knew me.
They’ll say, “O.M.G.!
Damn, you fumbled the bag.”
(Ah, ooh, yeah) Never gonna let you forget.
(Ah, ooh, yeah) I’ma be your biggest regret.
(Ah, ooh, yeah) Good luck getting me out of your life.
I’ll get famous out of spite, spite, spite, spite.
If I was a fly, on the wall, of your life,
I’d be so bored I would die.
Fuck it, I’ll get famous out of spite.
I’ll make it overnight.
Be starring in the movies.
Just to make you cry.
Baby, I’ll be in your dreams
And every magazine.
Go tell everyone you knew me.
They’ll say, “O.M.G.!
Damn, you fumbled the bag.”
(Ah, ooh, yeah) Never gonna let you forget.
(Ah, ooh, yeah) I’ma be your biggest regret.
(Ah, ooh, yeah) Good luck getting me out of your life.
I’ll get famous out of spite, spite, spite, spite.
