[Verse 1] I’m in my bubble, don’t need a guest, But here you are, invading my rest. With your “Hey there!” and your pointless grin, Like we’re old friends—where do I begin? I don’t know you, don’t want to, it’s true (So, who the fuck are you?) — (So, who the fuck are you?) [Chorus] Who the fuck are you? Do I look like I’ve got time for you? Or did you miss the “leave me alone” cue? I’m smiling, but inside I’m seething, “Who the fuck are you?” (So, who the fuck are you?) [Verse 2] You’re rambling on about your day, While I’m planning six ways to slip away. I don’t care about your dog or your job, Or whatever small talk you’re trying to lob. So take the hint, read the room, dude— I’m still stuck on, “Who the fuck are you?” (So, who the fuck are you?) [Chorus] Who the fuck are you? Do I know your face? Should I have a clue? Or are you just another nuisance in my view? I’m nodding, but inside I’m screaming, “Who the fuck are you?” [Bridge] I’m not here to make friends, I’m not here to chat, I’m here to exist—can you handle that? So if I seem cold, yeah, it’s probably true, Because I’m still wondering, “Who the fuck are you?” [Outro] Who the fuck are you? I’m sure you’re lovely, but I’m just not in the mood. So take your small talk and your attitude, And kindly fuck off—it’s nothing personal, I’m just stuck on, “Who the fuck are you?” (Fade out with sarcastic humming.)
