Athen’s, France (Single Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] She flies to Paris, France, I come down in her childhood bed She tries to fuck me, I pretend that I'm asleep instead She loves pop culture, she has "thank u, next" stuck in her head The cursed vultures give me sourdough, my daily bread And I wanna find out What it's like [Break] And she is very young And well-versed And demanding She knows this dance Yeah, she knows this dance [Bridge] The richest girl in every room Mainline to the UE BOOM She asks me [Verse 2] "Why don't you sing with an English accent?" Well, I guess it's too late to change it now In the rural American town fairground I go 'round and I go 'round Gross misunderstanding of my influences I check my phone and make the sound Like "Theme From Failure" performed for just you Like my bare proportions, un-tensed and un-towelled She hates every playlist She swears she made when she was fifteen She can't believe I'm so afraid of sheets and what's in between It's a one-size-fits-all, hardcore, cyber-fetish, early-noughties 'zine She sells matcha shots to pay for printing costs and a PR team She's sexually enlightened And she's forward, and that fazes me She won't give up, too soft to fuck But how hard could it really be? [Break] And she knows this dance She knows this dance [Instrumental Outro]