girl's nights start on fridays
& end on sundays
and you feel like you're on fire
but you're sitting on a
time bomb in a cold british night
and you're going to implode, baby
/
daddy's girl gonna start up
a revolution with the villain
in her bed with his words
sneaking into her head
/
some days you wake up
and you decide to press stop
[but it's too late]
where's that weasley fire, rose?
don't you want to burn
the whole damn world down?
/
or this time is it fire
and ice and generations of hate
that you decided to set off
/
[he'd never forgive you
for marrying so pure but
you're under enough
to know what matters]
/
ring around the rosie
until she breaks apart
and becomes her own person
/
(girl's nights start
when you decide you
rule the fucking world)