Indi

She's got black leather boots and a pack of burnt cigarettes

And everybody's watching her she's perfect for the internet

Ohhh my fantasy

Is something I could never be

First time on the town in a while

My feet are feeling heavy haven't walked a mile

And then this pretty woman she comes up to the bar

She says "honey my usual please"

She walks my way I gotta get up and try

To shoot my shot before she passes me by

I stutter "hey honey" then got stuck on my mind

She said "move, you're in my way"

Black leather boots and a pack of burnt cigarettes

Everybody's watching her, she's perfect for the internet

Back at the bar I was feeling curious

To find that woman in my state of delirium

But all I can think of is what do it say

What do I say

What the hell do I say

Bring up the confidence to ask her out

She's a breath underwater all I think about

She stopped right there

And looked me dead in the eyes

She said "boy, you're not my type"

She's got black leather boots and a pack of burnt cigarettes

Deals narcotics, she's perfect for the internet

Ohhh my fantasy

Is something I could never be

She's a fever dream

Now let me set the scene

She's such a rebel queen but she don't know me

Just a fever dream and I'm on my knees

Oh lord

Oh what'd you do to me