My Baby Don't

My baby don’t need Me, but I feel good She got a lotta fucking confidence A badass with a cross stitch She don’t need She don’t need Every time I look into your eyes See I spring like a mattress open on the side A bitter man said to play it sly but I miss my chance like every fucking night Now don’t leave Baby, lemonade sign Twenty-five cents for a quarter of your time She’s at a loss, sentimental medals, politics Of how to write a sad song when you’re feeling all of this Every time I look into your eyes See I spring like a mattress open on the side A bitter man said to play it sly but I miss my chance like every fucking night Every time I look into your eyes See I spring like a mattress open on the side A bitter man said to play it sly but I miss my chance like every fucking night She don't need She don't need She don't need She don't need Every time I look into your eyes See I spring like a mattress open on the side A bitter man said to play it sly but I miss my chance like every fucking night She don't need She don't need