| Pretty boys, they didn’t teach me things I didn’t know | 
| They don’t have the thing that I need | 
| But they don’t know they don’t | 
| You got that whole thing about ya and I can’t hide my feels | 
| Pretty girls, they always die out, need another sex appeal | 
| I said, come on, give zero fucks about it | 
| Come on, I know I’m gonna get hurt | 
| Come on, give zero fucks about it | 
| Come on | 
| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster | 
| You can be just what I want, my true disaster | 
| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster | 
| You can be just what I want, my true disaster | 
| Pretty girls, they like it fancy, but you don’t keep it clean | 
| We get dirty and we go hard, some things we don’t mean | 
| Tell me, «No one’s gonna get ya,» I’m just straight up mad | 
| I fool in love, roll up beside me, and you’re just as bad | 
| I said, come on, give zero fucks about it | 
| Come on, I know I’m gonna get hurt | 
| Come on, give zero fucks about it | 
| Come on | 
| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster | 
| You can be just what I want, my true disaster | 
| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster | 
| You can be just what I want, my true disaster | 
| Keep playing 'em like | 
| Keep playing 'em like | 
| Yeah, keep playing 'em like | 
| Keep playing 'em like | 
| Yeah, keep playing 'em like | 
| I’m gonna get hurt | 
| I’m gonna get hurt | 
| Ah, come on | 
| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster | 
| You can be just what I want, my true disaster | 
| Keep playing my heartstrings faster and faster | 
| You can be just what I want, my true disaster | 
| Keep playing 'em like | 
| Keep playing 'em like | 
| You keep, you keep, you keep playing 'em like | 
| Yeah, keep playing 'em like | 
| Keep playing 'em like | 
| Yeah, keep playing 'em like |