Fuck what you thought I'd do without you I'm so much better like you never met me I'm doing anything I want to I'm going zero to eighty So when you see me talk to strangers No don't you let it get the best of you You let me slip right through your fingers And now his fingers running down me too I can hear the blood rush through your veins I can feel the heartbreak on your face I'm onto the next you Hope you got a good view Watch me while I talk to Oh strangers Strangers Strangers Strangers The other day I found your T-shirt And I'd be lying if I said that it didn't hurt But fuck it it goes with my short skirt And I look good in it baby So when you see me talk to strangers No don't you let it get the best of you You let me slip right through your fingers And now...