Chappell Roan Songs by Lyrics

I like (I like) What you like (What you like) Long hair (No bra) It's my type (That's right)

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

You don't have to stare, come here, get with it No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute

Stuck in the suburbs, you're folding his laundry Got what you wanted so stop feeling sorry Crying at the nail salon

I know you want it, baby, you can have it Oh, I've never done it, let's make it cinematic Like that one sex scene that's in Mulholland Drive

At every party we're the party, shaking our asses Making out while the world collapses

Six months since April and I'm doing better No need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater

'Cause I was never told that I wasn't gonna get The things I want the most And people always say, "If it hasn't happened yet Then maybe you should go"

I thank my wicked dreams A year from Tennessee Oh, Santa Monica You've been too good to me