Maisie Peters - Sad Girl Summer

One of us was married
To an ex-marine, with a blonde down the block, he
Said commitment's scary
Then he left her alone with a house and a dog, so
So the ran to daddy
And he said: That man's a loser, call your friends up
And we pulled a chair up (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Pass your phone to the right (to the right)
Text an ex-love goodbye

It's another sad girl summer
Flowers on the side of the road
Travellin' beside each other
No one has to dance on their own
Oh, oh, so
Take my hand and
Lose his number
You don't have to have another sad girl summer
Raise your glass, let it go

One of us is messy
She got dumped by he-who-won't-be-mentioned
She's vodka-coke unsteady
So we're secretly staging an intervention
Change your shoes, get ready
That boy is such a loser, put your hair up
And she pulls a chair up (oh-oh, oh-oh)

Pass your phone to the right (to the right)
Text an ex-love goodbye
It's another sad girl summer
Flowers on the side of the road
Travellin' beside each other
No one has to dance on their own
Oh, oh, so
Take my hand and
Lose his number
You don't have to have another sad girl summer
Raise your glass, let it go

La, la-la, la
La, la-la, la
La, la-la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la-la, la
La, la-la, la
La, la-la, la, la-la-la-la

Find your lip gloss
Blow a kiss
Forget the boy ever existed
Find your lip gloss
Blow a kiss
Forget the boy ever existed

Pass your phone to the right (to the right)
Text an ex-love goodbye

It's another sad girl summer
Flowers on the side of the road (on the side, on the side of the road)
Travellin' beside each other
No one has to dance on their own
Oh, oh, so
Take my hand and (take my hand)
Lose his number (lose his number)
You don't have to have another sad girl summer (oh, oh, oh)
Raise your glass, let it go (let it go)