One, two, three

Man from the magazine, what did you say?
"Do you make the same faces in bed?"
Hey man, what kind of question is that?
What do you really want me to say back?
What's going on behind those dark glasses?
Is this what you think making a pass is?
Wondering which door could get me out fastest
When I tell it now

I don't wanna hear
It is what it is
It was what it was
I don't wanna hear
It is what it is
It was what it was
You don't know how it feels
You expect me to deal with it
'Til I'm perfectly numb
But you don't know how it feels

Man from the music shop, I drove too far
For you to hand me that starter guitar
"Hey girl, why don't you play a few bars?"
Oh, what's left to prove?

I don't wanna hear
It is what it is
It was what it was
Don't make me hear
It is what it is
It was what it was
You don't know how it feels
You expect me to deal with it
'Til I'm perfectly numb
But you don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels
To be the cunt Writer/s: Alana Mychal Haim, Danielle Sari Haim, Este Arielle Haim
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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