Oh well
She's got nothing to tell
She bought a new shirt
But she's still going through hell
And oh well
She'll never rebel
She wore a new skirt
But it's not going well
Alarm bell
Hotels
Sea shells
Hair gel
She just wants to feel good
Pluck her eyebrows
She just wants to feel good
But what's left now
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
After all
It's social etiquette
And when she flirts
It's for benefits
And she's sick of it
But she won't admit
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Social etiquette
Yeah she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Etiquette
She won't admit
Oh well
She had nothing to tell
But at least she featured on the news
Oh well
She never rebelled
But at least she had a room of shoes
Alarm bell
Hotels
Sea shells
Hair gel
She just wants to feel good
Pluck her eyebrows
She just wants to feel good
But what's left now
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
After all
It's social etiquette
And when she flirts
It's for benefits
And she's sick of it
But she won't admit
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Social etiquette
Yeah she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Etiquette
She won't admit
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Oh well
She's got nothing to tell
She bought a new shirt
But she's still going through hell
And oh well
She'll never rebel
She wore a new skirt
But it's not going well
Alarm bell
Hotels
Sea shells
Hair gel
She just wants to feel good
Pluck her eyebrows
She just wants to feel good
But what's left now
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
After all
It's social etiquette
And when she flirts
It's for benefits
And she's sick of it
But she won't admit
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Social etiquette
Yeah she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Etiquette
She won't admit
Oh well
She had nothing to tell
But at least she featured on the news
Oh well
She never rebelled
But at least she had a room of shoes
Alarm bell
Hotels
Sea shells
Hair gel
She just wants to feel good
Pluck her eyebrows
She just wants to feel good
But what's left now
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
After all
It's social etiquette
And when she flirts
It's for benefits
And she's sick of it
But she won't admit
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Social etiquette
Yeah she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Etiquette
She won't admit
She's got nothing to tell
She bought a new shirt
But she's still going through hell
And oh well
She'll never rebel
She wore a new skirt
But it's not going well
Alarm bell
Hotels
Sea shells
Hair gel
She just wants to feel good
Pluck her eyebrows
She just wants to feel good
But what's left now
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
After all
It's social etiquette
And when she flirts
It's for benefits
And she's sick of it
But she won't admit
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Social etiquette
Yeah she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Etiquette
She won't admit
Oh well
She had nothing to tell
But at least she featured on the news
Oh well
She never rebelled
But at least she had a room of shoes
Alarm bell
Hotels
Sea shells
Hair gel
She just wants to feel good
Pluck her eyebrows
She just wants to feel good
But what's left now
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
After all
It's social etiquette
And when she flirts
It's for benefits
And she's sick of it
But she won't admit
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Social etiquette
Yeah she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
She won't admit
That she's sick of it
Etiquette
She won't admit
Writer: Noah Gudgeon
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