You don't say enough words You're like an alien to me You're the label of my b-end Just trying to find some gravity You don't say you want love But I see you fleek to the magazines You want what you can't have But you don't want your heart to bleed You don't, you don't Don't want your heart to bleed You're on my mind and you think you're too divine You live in your magazines Yeah, yeah You're on my mind, cause I think you're so divine Yeah I think you're so divine You care too much about your look But I think you're looking just fine You take your shoes off when you walk home Home to a bottle of wine You spin a globe around Put your finger on an island you wanna see Dream big, but you can't see And you don't want your heart to bleed You don't, you don't Don't want a piece of me You're on my mind and you think you're too divine You live in your magazines Yeah, yeah You're on my mind, but I think you're so divine Yeah, I think you're so divine Woah (oh oh oh) Woah (oh oh oh) Woah (oh oh oh) You're on my mind, and you think you're too divine You live in your magazines You're on my mind, and you think you're too divine You live in your magazines Yeah, yeah You're on my mind I think you're so divine Yeah, I think you're so divine