Feisty

Riri girl, don't stop this beat

I'ma dance my shoes off through the whole fucking week

I like you, you, you, and you

You look pretty in that dress, do you wanna do what I do?

Aye girl, I really wanna be your friend

Let us talk and dance until the end

Spin around and 'round, it's all so pretty

I'ma make them switch this tune, this is shitty

Aye boy, I like you so much

Come over here, I'll let you feel my touch

Or we can go outside for a smoke

And stay and kiss if that is what you want

Makeup on my mind, these shoes so far down

Little red skirt and a blouse my mother found

Make your way over here if you wanna learn the tricks

One, two, three, four, five, six, fix

Big big shoes and a shirt that says feisty

He's always kind of moody, but he likes it when they're flirty

He likes to seem mysterious, but really he's just dumb

It's crowded at the toilet, I check my makeup and my bum

And here we go again, I'm feeling friendly

Here comes the art school gang, and they're always plenty

Mixing shabby with some good old fashion

They don't say much, use their art to show compassion (Ah)

And what is that, his face is so bright

He's walking over here, we matched on Tinder, right

I'm feeling lucky 'cause he looks kind of cute

But then I freeze when I look down at his shoes (Uh)

Makeup on my mind, these shoes so far down

Little red skirt and a blouse my mother found

Make your way over here if you wanna learn the tricks

One, two, three, four, five, six, fix

So here we go again, it's not so easy

But I enjoy myself, I'm feeling breezy

I spin around and 'round and 'round and 'round

My shoes are high, and my hair is falling down

Love, I've been thinking 'bout love

I love you, hmm

I don't love you no more, I don't know (Uh)

You either have it or you don't

Either way, I feel confused and alone