[Dua Lipa]
You don´t have to be so cautious
If you practice what you preach
Counting up the stacks on the counter
A f*cking (disease)

Don´t ask me to be righteous
If you practice what you teach
Counting all your blessings
The second you´re down on your knees

[Dua Lipa]
So why, why?
Don´t we get a little high, high?

[Dua Lipa]
Don´t we get a little–
Get a little–
Don´t we get a little high
Get a little high

[Dua Lipa]
Keep my head under the water, pride buried in my chest

Not counting all the minutes, the seconds, not holdin´ my breath
Now sinkin´ from the surface, swimmin´ in my lungs
Losing all my vision, religion, I´m holdin´ my tongue

[Dua Lipa]
So why, why?
Don´t we get a little high, high?

[Dua Lipa]
Don´t we get a little–
Get a little–
Don´t we get a little high
Get a little high

[Dua LIpa]

Don´t want to pay attention
To the writing on the wall
Painted with aggression
And dripping when you call
Not gonna learn my lesson
Am I running out of time?
So why?
Why?
Why?

[Dua Lipa]
Don´t we get a little–
Get a little–
Don´t we get a little high
Get a little high