I don’t like you 

But I like your friends

If I text you back 

Can I chill with them in London 

I’ll probably over do the Malibu 

This mix is named after me 

After all

End up telling you 

Our baby’s gone 

Except it’s not yet 

I just wanted to flirt 

Have a dance 

Never got the chance 

You think you’re fucked 

Just sit next to me 

I’ll make you feel better 

I’m everyone else’s painkiller 

Top up the Malibu 

In my painkiller 

Baby killer 


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