Lyrics

She gets her nails done at the nail salon What the hell is going on On the television? I cannot listen She got her bags unpacked faster than Usain Moving all the furniture for her feng shui Is she on a mission? Can't live in these conditions She won't be the first to run Her worst nightmare is yet to come I'll jump around the living room And remove every trace of you She's not my step mom! We're sitting down for dinner in elеctric chairs I get this funny feeling she ain't easily scarеd 'Cause hеr eyes will glisten Like we're in competition She takes her dog to yoga, it pisses on sofas Reversing dump truck sort of composure Oh, what am I missing? Feed my intuition She won't be the first to run Her worst nightmare is yet to come I'll jump around the living room And remove every trace of you She's not my step mom! I don't wanna go on a family holiday Bikini on the beach 'cause you're only half his age Oh, wait, why do you still have botox in your face? She don't wanna get on the plane It's not business class She don't wanna go south of Spain She can kiss my ass Oh wait, I think I just found a loophole She don't pay his tax She won't be the first to run Her worst nightmare is yet to come I'll jump around the living room And remove every trace of you She's not my step mom! (Na-na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na-na, na-na-na) (Na-na-na, na-na-na) She's not my step mom!
Writer(s): Lauran Hibberd, Jake Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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