Black Prada Dress

I heard what you said, just as I was tasting freedom
Don’t want the pills, but you kinda make me think I need ‘em.
I’m trying to be a Hollywood baby, cause you make you feel like London hates me.
I’m trying my best; I’m trying to escape this feeling.

In my head, you’re in my mind, you’re everywhere like all the time,
Is this the way it’s s’posed to be
It doesn’t feel like love to me

First, you tell me that I’m pretty, then you say it’s just a lot
Always saying something shitty after saying something nice
You know every single button to press, only you could call me trashy in my black
Prada dress.

You’re in my head, you’re in my mind, you’re everywhere like all the time,
Is this the way it’s s’posed to be

It doesn’t feel like love to me
It doesn’t feel like love to me

Get out my head, get out my mind
Goodnight, goodbye, tonight just set me free
It doesn’t feel like love to me

Taste of fire on my tongue, arms up high delirium,
Tonight is my messed-up masterpiece
It doesn’t feel like love to me, like love to me
It doesn’t feel like love to me
It doesn’t feel like love, feel like love
It doesn’t feel like love to me

It doesn’t feel like love to me
Get out my head, get out my mind
Goodnight, goodbye, tonight just set me free
It doesn’t feel like love to me