Lip stick on the necks of all the trophy won liars
We'll be the foreground
Be the ones that do it best

We'll be the poets
And also cunning honey look impressed


We know
The way to be the ones
To have the sharpest tongues

We've won you over now

But we'll never be over you

(No oh oh oh)
(No oh oh oh)
We can't get over you

(No oh oh oh)
(No oh oh oh)
And we'll never be over you

(No oh oh oh)
(No oh oh oh)
We can't get over you no


We'll be the benched
You can be the starters in the beginning

I hope that you'll believe me
We're the old news
All the clocks stop ticking

All the wrongs keep slipping

We know

The way to be the ones
To have the sharpest tongues
We've won you over now


But we'll never be over you
(No oh oh oh)

(No oh oh oh)
We can't get over you
(No oh oh oh)

(No oh oh oh)
And we'll never be over you
(No oh oh oh)

(No oh oh oh)
We can't get over you no


We know
The way to be the ones
To have the sharpest tongues

We've won you over now

But we'll never be over you

But we'll never be over you
(No oh oh oh)
(No oh oh oh)

We can't get over you
(No oh oh oh)
(No oh oh oh)

And we'll never be over you
(No oh oh oh)
(No oh oh oh)

We can't get over you no

We know

The way to be the ones
To have the sharpest tongues
We've won you over now

But we'll never be over you no