Jan França

Smile

Jan França


I'm trying my best not to try and impress you
Avoiding your eyes 'cause I know that he's there with you
Oh, with you
I'm holding my breath when you're coming my way
And inside my head I repeat to myself be cool
Oh, be cool

But what am I supposed to say
When I'm standing alone and you give me your phone

Sure, I can take a fucking picture of you
He's obviously handsome and you're so damn cute
My God, my God
You didn't have to flex so hard
He puts his hand around your waist
You yours on his chest
I'm bothered by the way his fingers crease your dress
My God, my God
Let's take another one where he breaks your heart
Now smile
Smile, oh-oh, oh-oh

It's hard to explain what I'm trying to say is
That I never expected to be more than just friends
With you, oh, with you
But then he came along and I felt something more
And I couldn't ignore the fact
That he makes me look like a fool, oh, a fool

Sure, I can take a fucking picture of you
He's obviously handsome and you're so damn cute
My God, my God
You didn't have to flex so hard
He puts his hand around your waist
You yours on his chest
I'm bothered by the way his fingers crease your dress
My God, my God
Let's take another one where he breaks your heart, now

Smile when you see them kissing right through the lens
Smile as if you don't know you'll never erase it
Smile even though you know you don't stand a chance
Smile even though you know well how it ends

Smile when you see them kissing right through the lens
Smile as if you don't know you'll never erase it
Smile even though you know you don't stand a chance
Smile so they never see the pain on your face

Sure, I can take a fucking picture of you
He's obviously handsome and you're so damn cute
My God, my God
You didn't have to flex so hard
He puts his hand around your waist
You yours on his chest
I'm bothered by the way his fingers crease your dress
My God, my God
Let's take another one where he breaks your heart now

Sure, I can take a fucking picture of you
He's obviously handsome and you're so damn cute
My God, my God
You didn't have to flex so hard
He puts his hand around your waist
You yours on his chest
I'm bothered by the way his fingers crease your dress
My God, my God
Let's take another one where he breaks your heart now

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