So Mr. Tortured Artist way ahead of his town time Wouldn't take no for an answer when I said He's not my type! He just raised his glass and toasted that He's gonna change my mind but I doubt it Cause whilst he's stood there tryna tell me that He's not like other guys I saw him checking out that girl Rosie's thighs Just another asshole who's controlled by what's in his trousers So I said: Baby there won't be a you n¡and me in this lifetime Or the next one, or the next one, or the next one after that Your ego's far too high, you can't stop telling lies I think I'd rather die than call you mine! I'm so sick of guys thinking they can hypnotise me To believe their stupid lies, get into bed and spend the nights Flirt and then buy me a drink And suddenly they'll start to think That that's an open invitation Stop, we've had one conversation You're getting too drunk, babe, I've really had enough Of you showing your hand then tryna bluff My friends tell me not to give up That it gets better but never does Oh I hate this 21st century love So Mr. Wolf of Wall Street In town making dodgy deals Thinks that love's like the stock market Where you buy, trade, share, and steal All about those profit margins and flashy automobiles, how aesthetic He takes rejection as a challenge and just won't leave me alone Blinded by his vanity and thick cloud of cologne He doesn't seem to understand the true meaning of no, it's pathetic So I said: Baby there won't be a you and me in this lifetime Or the next one, or the next one, or the next one after that Your ego's far too high, you can't stop telling lies I think I'd rather die than call you mine Oh, I'm so sick of guys thinking they can hypnotise me To believe their stupid lies, get into bed and spend the night They'll flirt and then buy me a drink And suddenly they'll start to think That that's an open invitation. Stop, we've had one conversation You're getting too drunk, babe, I've really had enough Of you showing your hand then tryna bluff My friends tell me not to give up That it gets better but it never does Oh I hate this 21st century love I'm getting tired of these stupid games I hate them, I don't wanna play I said I'm fine, I don't need you around me tryna save the day I only came out tonight to go dancing with my friends So, for the last time, I don't want to cruise around town in your Benz I hate that guys like you refuse to take a hint You need to read the room for social cues You've clearly just dismissed Cause I'm not playing hard to get and No, you're not making me blush Oh, I hate this 21st century love Oh, I really hate I hate this 21st century love