French Becky

This is a note to you When you get it, step outside the room I've been in your shoes I could've prevented it sooner, I could've prevented it sooner And now I'm obsessed with a loser (Oh oh oh) I know it seems like he's put together and soaked in candlelight He's got a cozy sweater And no one could ever look cooler, no one could ever look cooler And now you're obsessed with a loser (Oh oh oh) I'll be cut and dry You're not on his mind Ooh I'm telling you If he isn't for me He's not for you You'll say "Oh je m'appelle" He'll say "Madame ça va" He'll say "Joli je t'aime" You'll say "Je ne sais quoi" When you see his face Don't forget me and make the same mistakes I can recognise it's in the way that he saunters Like he can't even be bothered, like he can't even be bothered If you're reading this, stop what you're doing And crumple it up in your fist You go back to where he is And tell him you're not that foolish And that you don't want to do this Now that you know what the truth is How could I have been so stupid Keeps me up at night Ooh I'm telling you If he isn't for me He's not for you You'll say "Oh je m'appelle" He'll say "Madame ça va" He'll say "Joli je t'aime" You'll say "Je ne sais quoi" I'm telling you If he isn't for me He's not for you I'm telling you If he isn't for me He's not for you You'll say "Oh je m'appelle" He'll say "Madame ça va" He'll say "Joli je t'aime" You'll say "Je ne sais quoi" I'm telling you If he isn't for me He's not for you