Hold My Bag

Forty-seven photos, you just picked the first You do a little pouty thing I tell you that it works. I've been standin' without coat since half past eight The bouncer knows my name Love that's not the flex you think it is. I've been holdin' your bag again, Holdin' your bag again You're the moment, I'm the margin I've been holdin' your bag again, Holdin' your bag again Smile, babe, God, you look gorgeous And I'll just stand here. Some bloke said your mate's fit I'm right here, prick. I smiled and played the wingman like I always Bloody did. You know what's mad? I know your ring size and your fears You know my second name, it's been seven fuckin' years. I've been holdin' your bag again, holdin' your bag again You're the highlight, I'm the shadow I've been holdin' your bag again, Holdin' your bag again Smile, babe, God, you look gorgeous. And I'll just stand here I don't need that vodka, it's tellin' me I'm enough I don't need some quote on someone's wall. I just want one night One stupid night where somebody looks at me, not through me, at me, At me That's all I've been holdin' your bag again, Holdin' your bag again You're the story, i'm the footnote. I've been holdin' your bag, babe And I'm not angry I'm just tired Fifty-three No Fifty-four Yeah, that one's perfect, babe You look amazing Yeah I'll be here