*** school sweetheart Lyrics by Ashley Cooke
I bet you’re writing my name in your diary
And drawing red X’s through it
Tell your friends when you’re drunk
Yeah, she’s blonde, so she’s dumb
“How does anybody like her music?”
Hey, ain’t you tired?
Just a little worn out
A hundred miles
Of running your mouth
Do you think you’ll get a gold star
Playin’ telephone all around town, town, town
If bein’ bitter was a work of art
You’d be hangin’ in the Louvre right now, now, now
Yeah, they say in the country
You catch more flies with honey
Girl, I’ll even give you a jar
Bein’ petty ain’t gon’ get you far
This ain’t *** school, sweetheart
But if nerve had a grade
Damnit, you’d get an A
Yeah, tell me, where the hell’d you get it?
I ain’t sure why you lit it
But you love burning bridges
Turn around and point your finger
Like it wasn’t you who did it
Do you think you’ll get a gold star
Playin’ telephone all around town, town, town
If bein’ bitter was a work of art
You’d be hangin’ in the Louvre right now, now, now
Yeah, they say in the country
You catch more flies with honey
Girl, I’ll even give you a jar
Bein’ petty ain’t gon’ get you far
This ain’t *** school, sweetheart
Hey, ain’t you tired?
Just a little worn out
A hundred miles
Of running your mouth
Do you think you’ll get a gold star
Playin’ telephone all around town, town, town
If bein’ bitter was a work of art
You’d be hangin’ in the Louvre right now, now, now
Yeah, they say in the country
You catch more flies with honey
Girl, I’ll even give you a jar
Bein’ petty ain’t gon’ get you far
This ain’t *** school, sweetheart
No, it ain’t, no, it ain’t
No, it ain’t, no, it ain’t
This ain’t *** school, sweetheart
No, it ain’t, no, it ain’t
No, it ain’t *** school