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?

Ey 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

Ey 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 kinda 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 some shabby with some good old fashioned
They don't say much, use their art to show compassion

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 kinda cute
But then I freeze when I look down on his shoes, ew

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, 'round, 'round, 'round
My shoes are high and my hair is falling down

Love, I've been thinking 'bout love
I love you
Mh, 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