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Your League System

POP [dating song]

  • Style: Lily Allen-like, fun, typical girly pop song
  • Approx BPM: 114-116

 

    Verse 1

    You thought he was perfect
    I thought he was too pretty
    He loves himself so much
    There’s none reserved for me

    You thought he was perfect
    I thought he was too muscly
    Looks like he might explode
    Or potentially crush me

    You thought he was perfect
    He’s materialistic
    I can’t compare to his car
    Let’s be realistic

    You thought he was perfect
    He has fame, he has power
    He also has a look
    That could turn milk sour

     

    Pre-Chorus

    You think you’re not enough
    You won’t ask for a date
    You think I won’t see you
    As more than just a mate
    You stand aside and watch
    As others take their shot
    My thoughts on the matter
    Are seemingly forgot

     

    Chorus

    You rank me like a football team
    And say I’m out your league
    But the men you would put me with
    Leave me with fatigue
    Your league system’s stupid
    You can’t decide ‘my type’ for me
    I fancy who I fancy
    It’s basic biology

     

    Verse 2

    You think I am perfect
    In your eyes I’m a beauty
    Morning-me looks otherwise
    She can be butt ugly

    You think I am perfect
    In your eyes I am smart
    But like you I’ve made mistakes
    Right from the very start

    You think I am perfect
    And I am hilarious
    But like you I say things
    That are precarious

    You think I am perfect
    But if you could only see
    I’m perfectly imperfect
    That’s how I want to be

     

    Pre-Chorus

    You think I’m too good
    You won’t ask for a date
    But you’re who I’d like to know
    As more than just a mate
    Instead of idly watching
    Come and try your luck
    Give me a break from talking
    To this other schmuck

     

    Chorus

    You rank me like a football team
    And say I’m out your league
    But actually it’s you
    That fills me with intrigue
    Your league system’s stupid
    I strive for relegation
    To play a football match
    Of my own creation

     

    Bridge

    Yes his car is faster
    But that’s just wasted power
    Like us he can’t drive more
    Than 30 miles per hour

    Yes he knows the theory
    Of relativity
    But really how is that
    Gonna benefit me

    Yes his bank balance has
    One more zero or two
    But what do I care
    I’ll pay for myself thank you

    Yes he’s tall, dark, handsome
    But what’s with the hype?
    I’ve never been attracted
    To a stereotype

     

    Pre-Chorus

    Don’t think I’m too good
    And just ask for a date
    I won’t know you’re interested
    If you just sit and wait
    Take a leap of faith
    Strap on your biggest pair
    Be the bravest you can be
    A fearless teddy bear

    Chorus

    Rank me like a football team
    And it’s you that’ll lose
    Coz out of these losers
    It is you that I would choose
    I’d choose your hands on my waist
    My head against your chest
    I’d choose to know how you taste and…
    You can guess the rest

     

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