Chique Lyrics

I don't think I know ya

I guess, I suppose that I oughta

This year it's Christmas in Georgia

And I sink and I sink

I can't forget ya

It's my disorder

I can't forgive ya

You lovesick hoarder

What am I supposed to think

Am I not Chique enough for you

I clear my head under the kitchen sink

And I know and I know and I know it

I can't forget ya

It's my disorder

I can't forgive ya

You lovesick hoarder

He's just a boy in a baggy jeans

New dream crush just like your 17

New age, modern, Hollywood celebrity

Oh please it's just, Chique. Chique. Chique

I can't forget ya

(Falling further)

It's my disorder

(It's so Chique. Chique. Chique)

I can't forgive ya

(Falling further)

You lovesick hoarder