Oh girl, I must confess
When you walk into the room
I've got eighth notes in my chest
And girl, you look your best
In those Nike shorts you're wearing
Covered by a t-shirt dress
Yeah you, are the feeling of being
Known in your own skin (known in your own skin)
Yeah you, are the feeling of being
Home for the weekend
I've got friends on friends on friends on friends that claim to know me too
They don't know me like you do
They don't know me like you do
I've got friends on friends on friends on friends that claim to know me too
They don't know me like you do
They don't know me like you do, ooh
♪
Oh girl (girl)
Tell the truth (tell the truth)
I really need to know it if you're feeling something too (feeling something too)
Oh girl, are we cool?
Because everybody's asking me
But they don't know our history
And you, are the feeling of being
Known in your own skin (known in your own skin)
Yeah you, are the feeling of being
Home for the weekend
I've got friends on friends on friends on friends that claim to know me too
They don't know me like you do
They don't know me like you do
I've got friends on friends on friends on friends that claim to know me too
They don't know me like you do
They don't know me like you do
I guess I'm just blind to what my friends all see between the lines
I can't read what's apparently so loud and clear to everyone but me
But, every time that you're around
Everything starts slowing down
Except for my heartbeat, for my heart
♪
I've got friends on friends on friends on friends that claim to know me too
They don't know me like you do
They don't know me like you do
I've got friends on friends on friends on friends that claim to know me too
They don't know me like you do
They don't know me like you do
I've got friends on friends on friends on friends that claim to know me too
They don't know me like you do
They don't know me like you do