Pumpkin Spice Lyrics

She was raised in regression, her future controlled by the past

Poor thing

She'll never love me as much as she loves her pumpkin spice

With two shots of espresso, she shot down my shots twice

How can she look so hot yet act so cold?

Perfume is syrupy sugar, I can almost taste it

She hates anything black but likes to keep her taste basic

I don't stand a chance, yes, this I know

She'll throw a tantrum

If she doesn't get her hands on one

Plucked straight from the cover of a magazine

Drink up, drink up, you silly little thing, you

Bring up, bring up all the things you hate about me

Tell me, tell me what you love about that hot pot

I know, I know I'm not your cup of coffee

And you told me to choke on a bit of ideal modernity

And I told you I know, I know I'm not your cup of coffee

Her tongue is sharp, sharp, sharp, filed down by prejudice

It's not fully her fault, her father can be credited

Said if she brings a bitter home, he'll beat her ass

There's a spot out back for people just like me

Painted with blood-stained graffiti oh so frightening

I'm actually kinda glad she doesn't want to bring me home

She'll throw a tantrum

If she doesn't get her hands on one

Plucked straight from the cover of a magazine

(One, two, three, go!)

Drink up, drink up, you silly little thing, you

Bring up, bring up all the things you hate about me

Tell me, tell me what you love about that hot pot

I know, I know I'm not your cup of coffee

And you told me to choke on a bit of ideal modernity

And I told you I know, I know I'm not your cup of coffee

I know, I know I'm not your cup of coffee

I know, I know I'm not your cup of coffee

I know, I know I'm not your cup of coffee

I know, I know I'm not your cup of coffee