That night I had a crisis
That night, you were mine
I don't even remember your name
I only remember you as a number
My love is poisonous
My body is misleading
If you think I'm yours,
I disappear and it's done
chorus:
But you're still telling everyone
what kind of body Selma has
come on, brag a bit more
you immature idiot
You're still telling everyone
what kind of body Selma has
If you had left a trail
I wouldn't have forgotten you
I know you wanted me for a long time,
and I wanted that too
but now I want something different
and you're going straight to the bottom