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Brown eyes
Blue shirt you were
At the front of the room
You had no problem
Making your voice heard
You were
Everything a girl could want
Tall dark with a couple scars
You were everything
You were a flawed perfect mess
All my friends are saying don't get caught up in you
My conscience tells me tells me that you're bad news
All my friends are saying don't get caught up in you
My conscience tells me tells me that you're bad news
You like cars but mainly the classics
Into sport had that football player arrogance
That finally grew on me
After a while
You never worried about a thing you were
A pretty face but you had a brain
You were everything
But my flawed perfect mess
All my friends are saying don't get caught up in you
My conscience tells me tells me that you're bad news
All my friends are saying don't get caught up in you
My conscience tells me tells me that you're bad news
All my friends are saying don't get caught up in you
My conscience tells me tells me that you're bad news
All my friends are saying don't get caught up in you
My conscience tells me tells me that you're bad news
WRITERS
Gracie Barker, Savannah Barker
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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