I'm flying solo
Welcome, it's my story time
Just a few years ago I met this guy
I was with some friends, he was with some of his
Boom, boom, went the beat outdoors in the Aussie heat
Told me he was into art
Painter, poet, played guitar
So one thing led to the next
Bring Bring, checked my phone and I got his text
Was all B-A-B-E: "You wanna hit the pub, grab something to eat?"
I was all O-M-F-G, could this really be the guy for me?
But red flags, should have seen
Looking back now, I see how dumb I'd been
You can look at me once
But don't fool me twice
Hope you like your hand for those lonely nights
I'm flying solo
I gotta do this on my own
Gotta try, gotta try
I'm flying soloooo
I need to do this on my own
Gotta try
'Cause I don't need you at all
Know this is my time
Gotta try, gotta try
I'm flying solo
I need to do this on my own
I won't cry, cry, cry
Press play, skip ahead to now
After your drama all went down
You were totally chopped, you were totally blocked
Click, click, kitten heels
'Cause now I march to my own beat
Told you it's my time to go alone
Flying solo, on my own
So happy once I realized
Bing, bing, lightbulb, I could open my eyes
You, a F-L-O-P
Could never really be the guy for me
'Cause I'm a bad C-U-N-T
Like the type that goes and sings about it in a song
Like: "La-la-na-na-na-na, you were such a loser and now I'm a big star"
When you look at me
Tell me, what do you see?
'Cause to me you're nothing but a memory
I'm flying solo
I gotta do this on my own
Gotta try, gotta try
I'm flying soloooo
I need to do this on my own
Gotta try
'Cause I don't need you at all
Know this is my time
Gotta try, gotta try
I'm flying solo
I need to do this on my own
I won't cry, cry, cry
I won't cry, cry, cry
I won't cry, cry, cry
I won't cry, cry, cry
Let's go
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