She wanted the cords

She wanted the flared cords

With the high waist

And she wanted

To find the perfect chords

To sing her song about you

'Cause she wanted you too

She wanted to wear

The cords to his house

He has an ugly bathroom

With a perfect mirror

And she wanted

To take a photo of her waist

In the cords, in the mirror

In the cords, in the mirror

She knows they

Think it's narcissistic

But to her it's holistic

Each unartistic snap

Solidifies her world it is

Or as she wants it to seem

Or as she wants it to seem

Or as she wants it to seem

Or as she wants it to seem

She wanted the cords

She wanted the flared cords