1950

I hate it when dudes try to chase me
But I love it when you try to save me
‘Cause I’m just a lady
I love it when we play 1950
It’s so cold that your stare’s 'bout to kill me
I’m surprised when you kiss me
So tell me why my Gods look like you
And tell me why it’s wrong
So I’ll wait for you, I’ll pray
I will keep on waiting for your love
For you, I’ll wait
I will keep on waiting for