21 St Century Love

Star Aurora

Compositor: Star Aurora

So Mr. Tortured Artist way ahead of his town time
Wouldn't take no for an answer when I said
He's not my type!
He just raised his glass and toasted that
He's gonna change my mind but I doubt it
Cause whilst he's stood there tryna tell me that
He's not like other guys
I saw him checking out that girl Rosie's thighs
Just another asshole who's controlled by what's in his trousers

So I said: Baby there won't be a you n¡and me in this lifetime
Or the next one, or the next one, or the next one after that
Your ego's far too high, you can't stop telling lies
I think I'd rather die than call you mine!

I'm so sick of guys thinking they can hypnotise me
To believe their stupid lies, get into bed and spend the nights
Flirt and then buy me a drink
And suddenly they'll start to think
That that's an open invitation
Stop, we've had one conversation
You're getting too drunk, babe, I've really had enough
Of you showing your hand then tryna bluff
My friends tell me not to give up
That it gets better but never does
Oh I hate this 21st century love

So Mr. Wolf of Wall Street
In town making dodgy deals
Thinks that love's like the stock market
Where you buy, trade, share, and steal
All about those profit margins and flashy automobiles, how aesthetic
He takes rejection as a challenge and just won't leave me alone
Blinded by his vanity and thick cloud of cologne
He doesn't seem to understand the true meaning of no, it's pathetic

So I said: Baby there won't be a you and me in this lifetime
Or the next one, or the next one, or the next one after that
Your ego's far too high, you can't stop telling lies
I think I'd rather die than call you mine

Oh, I'm so sick of guys thinking they can hypnotise me
To believe their stupid lies, get into bed and spend the night
They'll flirt and then buy me a drink
And suddenly they'll start to think
That that's an open invitation. Stop, we've had one conversation
You're getting too drunk, babe, I've really had enough
Of you showing your hand then tryna bluff
My friends tell me not to give up
That it gets better but it never does
Oh I hate this 21st century love

I'm getting tired of these stupid games
I hate them, I don't wanna play
I said I'm fine, I don't need you around me tryna save the day
I only came out tonight to go dancing with my friends
So, for the last time, I don't want to cruise around town in your Benz
I hate that guys like you refuse to take a hint
You need to read the room for social cues
You've clearly just dismissed
Cause I'm not playing hard to get and
No, you're not making me blush
Oh, I hate this 21st century love

Oh, I really hate
I hate this 21st century love