Texty: Goodnight Sunrise. Trophy Girls.

Your lips stuck lipstick on that boy
I know you missed him,
But I miss the looks you gave me before you'd change your mind

Minutes before this you were jumping aboard
And I was the one afraid of sinking,
But now all our lucks run out

Line up, and let me push you all from behind
I think it may be about time
To watch you shallow people all combine
This time I'll leave you on the floor

Don't forget I promised you
I'm more than you bargained for
Well I'm on sale so try me on

Minutes before this you were jumping aboard
And I was the one afraid of sinking, but now all our lucks run out

Line up, and let me push you all from behind
I think it may be about time
To watch you shallow people all combine
This time I'll leave you on the floor
Where not a single guy is worth your time
Has every normal girl lost her mind?
How can you blame the guys who've all stopped trying?
A trophy girl is no reward.

One, two, three
You're on the floor
Not every guy would wait around this long
In three, two, one,
You're over