Morrita (Tinker Bell) Lyrics English Translation by Yeri Mua
I don’t buy your lies anymore
I’m done reacting to whatever you say
Remember, I cut in line for you
Now I know you weren’t the love of your life
Yeah‑yeah‑yeah‑yeah, I’m not your sweet little girl now
The one you knew just isn’t around
I wasn’t lying about what I said
Now you’re getting what you had coming
I’m not your sweet little girl now
The one you knew just isn’t around
I wasn’t lying about what I said
Now you’re getting what you had coming
There’s not a million like me
A million, a million—no way, babe
There’s not a million like me
A million, a million—no way, babe
I’m not your kitty, not your little girl
Not the cutest thing with the tiny waist
I’m the baddest one, dressed like an artist
The girl who beats every look with her makeup game
Tell your girlfriend to quit stalking
You swing at me like Peter Parker
Not my problem—don’t even talk to me
And if you don’t stop bugging
I’ll just say, “What did I ever do, daddy?”
You’ll be in hot water—you were never for me
Feeling useless, even on your IG
And still you want me all to yourself?
(Ha‑ha‑ha, loser)
I don’t buy your lies anymore
I’m done reacting to whatever you say
Remember, I cut in line for you
Now I know you weren’t the love of your life
Yeah‑yeah‑yeah‑yeah, I’m not your sweet little girl now
The one you knew just isn’t around
I wasn’t lying about what I said
Now you’re getting what you had coming
I’m not your sweet little girl now
The one you knew just isn’t around
I wasn’t lying about what I said
Now you’re getting what you had coming
There’s not a million like me
A million, a million—no way, babe
There’s not a million like me
A million, a million—no way, babe
He grabs my little wings, I’m his Tinker Bell
His girlfriend keeps calling—what do I do?
Tell her the truth or sneak a taste again?
She asks how many times—it’s gotta be ten
I’m not your kitty, not your little girl
Not the cutest thing with the tiny waist
(Why keep two when I give you everything?)
I’m the baddest one, dressed like an artist
(With me you’ve already got it all, babe)
The girl who beats every look with her makeup game
Too bad for you
Yeri Mua—
Got the fools running after me, ah
Talk to me, Lewis
Five‑six‑nine
Lewis Somes
Chilean cut