Lyrics French Becky - Grace Mitchell

French Becky

This is a note to you
When you get it, step outside the room
I’ve been in your shoes
I could’ve prevented it sooner, I could’ve prevented it sooner
And now I’m obsessed with a loser
I know it seems like he’s put together and soaked in candlelight
He’s got a cozy sweater
And no one could ever look cooler, no one could ever look cooler
And now you’re obsessed with a loser
I’ll be cut and dry
You’re not on his mind
I’m telling you
If he isn’t for me
He’s not for you
You’ll say «Oh je m’appelle»
He’ll say «Madame ça va»
He’ll say «Joli je t’aime»
You’ll say «Je ne sais quoi»
When you see his face
Don’t forget me and make the same mistakes
I can recognise it’s in the way that he saunters
Like he can’t even be bothered, like he can’t even be bothered
If you’re reading this, stop what you’re doing
And crumple it up in your fist
You go back to where he is
And tell him you’re not that foolish
And that you don’t want to do this
Now that you know what the truth is
How could I have been so stupid
Keeps me up at night
I’m telling you
If he isn’t for me
He’s not for you
You’ll say «Oh je m’appelle»
He’ll say «Madame ça va»
He’ll say «Joli je t’aime»
You’ll say «Je ne sais quoi»
I’m telling you
If he isn’t for me
He’s not for you
I’m telling you
If he isn’t for me
He’s not for you
You’ll say «Oh je m’appelle»
He’ll say «Madame ça va»
He’ll say «Joli je t’aime»
You’ll say «Je ne sais quoi»
I’m telling you
If he isn’t for me
He’s not for you