Letra de TRYING ON SHOES - Tate McRae

Ah, ah-ah

Ah-ah, ah

Don't know what country I'm in, but I know how I'm feelin' (My body's always right)

I knew I must've dropped my diary in the pool for a reason (Erased your every line)

Did you forget the kind of bitch with whom you're dealing? (If so, I can remind)

Yeah, I can fall in love hard, turn around and delete it (So I'm)

Tryin' on shoes, puttin' on glitter

Anything to make me a little less bitter

Favorite blue, take a pretty picture

Got you like, "Fuck"

You'll swear to God that I'm someone else

I can't stop

You piss me off and I'll turn it out

I can't stop

You roll your eyes at all my shows, and God knows I see it (All I see is you)

I used to idolize you, baby, took a year to reveal it (And the hard truth)

Is I'm not what you need, it's hard to believe

You need a girl that isn't me, warmin' the seat

Stayin' at home, it's hard to compete with someone I'm not

And someone that I'll never be (So I'm)

Tryin' on shoes, puttin' on glitter

Anything to make me a little less bitter

Favorite blue, take a pretty picture

Got you like, "Fuck"

You'll swear to God that I'm someone else (Yeah)

I can't stop

You piss me off and I'll turn it out (Oh)

I can't stop

(Ah) And maybe I'm not the girl that you thought

Or maybe you loved me once, but forgot (Ah, ah)

So, baby, go back to puttin' up a front (Mm, ah)

(Ah) And guess I thought wrong for thinkin' you'd wait, 'cause

I don't move on at your type of pace, and (Ah, ah)

Can we go back and talk at your place

Just, just once?

Tryin' on shoes, puttin' on glitter (Ah, ah)

Anything to make me less bitter

Favorite blue, take a picture (Ah, ah)

Got you like, "Fuck"

You'll swear to God that I'm somebody else

I can't stop

You piss me off, yeah, I'm turning it out

I can't stop

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