(Verse 1) She hits me with that dirty look, the kind she knows will break my stride, Like I tracked in all the chaos she’s been trying hard to hide. She tosses out that quiet “ew,” real soft but sharp enough to cut, Then flips her hair like she’s the queen and I’m a stain she can’t scrub up. But when she thinks I’m not watching, there’s a smirk she tries to mask— Like she’s playing some long game and failing every test. (Pre-Chorus) You shove me back with every sneer, but girl, I swear I see the tell— You act like I’m beneath you, but you’re looking way too long as well. All that sass is just a warning sign you flash when you’re confused— You push me off with attitude, but baby, that’s your favorite move. And when you turn away I will say go to hell. (Chorus) Oh, she throws those dirty looks, Like she’s reading me like books, Rolls her eyes so hard I think they’re barely on the hooks. But I come back, Yeah, I always do— To the girl who whispers “ew” every time I sit beside her. Acting cold, acting mean, But I see what’s in between— She’s just scared of letting someone in. (Verse 2) She glares at me like I’m trouble, like she’s two steps above the mess, But every time I turn away she watches me like she’s impressed. Her “ew” is just a reflex now, a part of her dramatic show, But if she didn’t love the game she’d never fire every blow. It’s all a push and pull with her, a dance of disrespect and tease, But I can tell she’s having fun—she gives that sass too easily. So— i— will— say— FUCK OFF! Right now! (Bridge) So throw your dirty looks, girl, Make ‘em sharper if you must, Weaponize your little “ew’s” If that’s how you build your trust. But you’re not fooling me at all— I see the spark behind the wall. (Final Chorus) Yeah, she throws those dirty looks, But I know that’s how she hooks Anyone who tries to read the story in her crooked smirky crooks. And I’ll stay here, Yeah, I’ll follow through— For the girl who whispers “ew” every time I sit beside her. All the sass, all the fight, All the glances lit with spite— That’s her way of saying I hate you and then when she leaves I will say— FUCK OFF!
