One, two One, two, three, woo The second I put my head on your chest She knew, she's got a real sixth sense Your name comes up once and it comes up twice And without her even bein' here, she's back in your life Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night And you lost all your common sense What a coincidence Oh, na-na, na-na-na Oh, na-na, na-na-na Last week, you didn't have any doubts This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth Now she's sendin' you some pictures wearin' less and less Tryin' to turn the past into the present tense, huh Suckin' up to all of your mutual friends And you lost all your common sense (you lost all your common sense) The way you told me the truth, minus seven percent (minus seven percent) What a coincidence, uh Oh, na-na, na-na-na Oh, na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na What a surprise, your phone just died Your car drove itself from LA to her thighs Palm Springs looks nice, but who's playin' sides? Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew Least that's what you said (that's what you said) What a coincidence Oh, wow, you just broke up again What a coincidence Oh, na-na, na-na-na Oh, na-na, na-na-na (coincidence) Na-na-na, na-na-na (coincidence) Na-na-na, na-na-na (coincidence)
Song by Sabrina Carpenter
