Sing that pretty pop song
And kiss me with the lights on
Heather
Oh, Heather
Bad news in a skintight
Pretty little jackknife
Heather
Oh, Heather
Kill me with your soft pixie stare
Pretending I'm blind
When you're walking by with chemical hair
And I don't care if you killed everyone you loved
I'll hand you my body and everything under the sun
Call me a liar, look down the barrel of my gun
But you can't help it but to run
My bad-news-baby
Let me turn you into an honest lady
I want your love and your revenge
I don't want to be friends
Want to be your bitch
And would it be so bad if we'd kissed
And I don't care if you killed everyone you loved
I'll hand you my body and everything under the sun
Call me a liar, look down the barrel of my gun
But you can't help it but to run
Maybe I'm overreacting
But come get in my backseat
And, baby, kiss me with a little bit of tongue
I'm over my head
Maybe I'm already dead
But I can't help if you're the one
Sing that pretty pop song
Kiss me with a little bit of tongue
Sing that little pop song
But you can't help it but to run
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Sing that pretty pop song
And kiss me with the lights on
Heather
Oh, Heather
Bad news in a skintight
Pretty little jackknife
Heather
Oh, Heather
Kill me with your soft pixie stare
Pretending I'm blind
When you're walking by with chemical hair
And I don't care if you killed everyone you loved
I'll hand you my body and everything under the sun
Call me a liar, look down the barrel of my gun
But you can't help it but to run
My bad-news-baby
Let me turn you into an honest lady
I want your love and your revenge
I don't want to be friends
Want to be your bitch
And would it be so bad if we'd kissed
And I don't care if you killed everyone you loved
I'll hand you my body and everything under the sun
Call me a liar, look down the barrel of my gun
But you can't help it but to run
Maybe I'm overreacting
But come get in my backseat
And, baby, kiss me with a little bit of tongue
I'm over my head
Maybe I'm already dead
But I can't help if you're the one
Sing that pretty pop song
Kiss me with a little bit of tongue
Sing that little pop song
But you can't help it but to run
And kiss me with the lights on
Heather
Oh, Heather
Bad news in a skintight
Pretty little jackknife
Heather
Oh, Heather
Kill me with your soft pixie stare
Pretending I'm blind
When you're walking by with chemical hair
And I don't care if you killed everyone you loved
I'll hand you my body and everything under the sun
Call me a liar, look down the barrel of my gun
But you can't help it but to run
My bad-news-baby
Let me turn you into an honest lady
I want your love and your revenge
I don't want to be friends
Want to be your bitch
And would it be so bad if we'd kissed
And I don't care if you killed everyone you loved
I'll hand you my body and everything under the sun
Call me a liar, look down the barrel of my gun
But you can't help it but to run
Maybe I'm overreacting
But come get in my backseat
And, baby, kiss me with a little bit of tongue
I'm over my head
Maybe I'm already dead
But I can't help if you're the one
Sing that pretty pop song
Kiss me with a little bit of tongue
Sing that little pop song
But you can't help it but to run
Writer: Hanna Attridge
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid