Blondie

Blondie
We don’t have to talk
Blondie

Just five foot two
Even with high heels
A living golden hour
Hair so long it’s
Touching your waist
You’re a little bit older
And curious enough
You wanna try me on

I’ll make you forget
Your complicated exes
Telling dirty jokes
Over champagne glasses
You allegedly
Only dated men
But I could, I could be
Your favorite experiment

Blondie
We don’t have to talk
No, they don’t know us

Your mother won’t approve
And your friends they’d me too
For some shit I’d never do
Cause what they read is what’s true

Oh, blondie (blondie)
We don’t have to talk
No, they don’t know us

Sneaking in and out
Of every hotel
'Cause I'm your little secret
That you hold so well
The media and press ruin
Beautiful things
And so do people too
Who gives a shit what Joshua thinks

Blondie
We don’t have to talk
No, they don’t know us

Your mother won’t approve
And your friends they’d me too
For some shit I’d never do
Cause what they read is what’s true

Oh, blondie (blondie)
We don’t have to talk
No, they don’t know us at all

Blondie (blondie)
We don’t have to talk
No, they don’t know us

Your mother won’t approve
And your friends they’d me too
For some shit I’d never do
Cause what they read is what’s true

Oh, blondie (blondie)
We don’t have to talk
No, they don’t know us at all
No, we don’t have to talk