FMT - Intellectual

[Intro]

Fuck my type, throw away my expectations

Just fake it, let's just fake it

Dress it up nice, polished and prim

You think I’m her, but I know you're not him

Oh, know you're not him

Oh, but who the fuck cares?

I’m tired of trying, let's make Daddy proud

Even if we're lyin', cause no one will know, oh

Take me out, show me off, smile's what they say

"Honey, he's rich, so swallow your pain"

I rather just get this shit over with

Push back my memories of an ex-boyfriend

I loved so damn much, he was so damn fun

But I'll never be enough, and it sucks 'cause

Fuck my type

Why do I like him? He will never treat me right

No, no, no, so

Fuck my type

So I’m trading a broken heart

For a good life

Oh-oh

They said, "Girl, can’t you see, won't you open your eyes?

The places you’ll reach, you'll go higher and higher

You need someone who's gonna equal your fame

Give your last names, and come save the day

So cute and innocent, you want love, no doubt"

I must be missing something, ain't that what life’s about?

Genuine love, and passionate touches, laughter

I hate this transactional stuff

Rather just get this shit over with

Push back my memories of an ex- boyfriend

I loved so damn much, he was so damn fun

But I'll never be enough, and it sucks 'cause

Fuck my type

Why do I like him? He will never treat me right

No, no, no, so

Fuck my type

So I'm trading a broken heart

For a good life, ah, yeah