Maisie Peters — Smile
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Got bridges to burn
And places to run
Yeah, this smile is a loaded gun
It’s my party, my body, my business
It’s my town and my ground and my hit-list
It’s my world and you’re just living in it
Did I, did I, did I finish?
They are my girls and it’s us who’s deciding
It’s our door, did we say you’re invited?
Leave your name and we’ll call if we like it
If we, if we, if we like it
(No more) Mrs Sweet and Miss Nice
(No more) Mrs Fucking Polite
(Time’s up) Mrs Taking What’s Mine
You don’t need him
Got bridges to burn
And places to run
Yeah, this smile is a loaded gun
It’s my party, my body, my business
If he tries to control me, he’s finished
Won’t be crying, there’s plenty of fishes
And I, and I, and I’m fishing
You should know that you won’t find another
Who will ruin your life and your brothers’
Who will take what she’s owed when she wants to
Did I, did I, did I stutter?
(No more) Mrs Sweet and Miss Nice
(No more) Mrs Fucking Polite
(Time’s up) Mrs Taking What’s Mine
You don’t need him
(No more) Mrs Letting it Slide
(No more) Mrs Shut Up and Smile
(Time’s up) Mrs Taking What’s Mine
You don’t need him
I’ve got got bridges to burn
And places to run
Bang bang and your party’s done
I’ve got got bridges to burn
And places to run
Yeah, this smile is a loaded gun
All these fakers, they come to a stop with me
Tryna step on my rugs
All these boys tryna play my discography
Never heard of them once
They keep chasing my props
But I’m leaving them numb, ooh
Bridges to burn
And places to run
Bridges to burn
And places to run
Bridges to burn
And places to run
Bridges to burn
And places to run
(No more) Mrs Sweet and Miss Nice
(No more) Mrs Fucking Polite
(Time’s up) Mrs Taking What’s Mine
You don’t need him
I’ve got got bridges to burn
And places to run
Bang bang and your party’s done
I’ve got got bridges to burn
And places to run
Yeah, this smile is a loaded gun
I’ve got got bridges to burn
And places to run
Bang bang and your party’s done
Got got bridges to burn
And places to run
Yeah, this smile is a loaded gun