Don’t lose your head lyrics Lucy Amelia Nancy Moss / Toby Oliver Samuel Marlow

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Grew up in the French court
Oui, oui bonjour
Life was a chore so (she set sail)
Fifteen twenty two, came straight to the UK
All the British dudes lame (epic fail)
(Ooh) I wanna dance and sing
(Politics) not my thing
(Ooh) but then I met the king
And soon my daddy said, “You should try to get ahead”
He wanted me, (hah) obviously
Messaging me like everyday
Couldn’t be better then he sent me a letter
And who am I kidding I was prêt à manger
(Ooh) sent a reply
(Ooh) just sayin’, “Hi”
(Ooh) you’re a nice guy
“I’ll think about it maybe XO, baby”
here we go
(You sent him kisses?)
I didn’t know I would move in with his misses
(What?) get a life
(You’re living with his wife?)
Like, what was I meant to do?
Sorry, not sorry bout’ what I said
I’m just tryna’ have some fun
I don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t lose your head
I didn’t mean to hurt anyone
L-O-L, say “Oh well”, or go to hell
I’m sorry, not sorry ’bout what I said
Don’t lose your head
Three in the bed and the little one said
“If you wanna be wed, make up your mind”
It’s her or me, chum
Don’t wanna be some girl in a threesome
Are you blind?
(Ooh) don’t be bitter
(Ooh) ’cause I’m fitter
(Ooh) why hasn’t it hit her?
He doesn’t wanna bang you, somebody hang you
here we go
(Your comment went viral)
I didn’t really mean it but rumors spiral
(Wow, Anne, way to make the country hate you)
Mate, what was I meant to do?
Sorry, not sorry bout’ what I said
I’m just tryna’ have some fun
Don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t lose your head
I didn’t mean to hurt anyone
L-O-L, say “Oh well”, or go to hell
I’m sorry, not sorry ’bout what I said
Don’t lose your head
Tried to elope, but the pope said, “Nope”
Our only hope was Henry
He got a promotion, caused a commotion, set in motion (the C of E)
(The rules) were so outdated
Us two wanted to get X rated
Soon (excommunicated)
Everybody chill, it’s totes God’s will
Henry’s out every night on the town
Just sleepin’ around like what the hell?
If that’s how it’s gonna be
Maybe I’ll flirt with a guy or three just to make him jel
Henry finds out and he goes mental
He screams and shouts like so judgmental
“You damned witch”
Mate, just shut up
I wouldn’t be such a bitch if you could get it up
here we go
(Is that what you said?)
And now he’s going ’round like “Off with her head”
(No) yea, I’m pretty sure he means it
(Seems it) what was I meant to do?
(What she meant to do?)
Like, what was I meant to do?
(What she meant to do?)
No, but, what was I meant to do?
Sorry, not sorry bout’ what I said
I’m just tryna’ have some fun
Don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t lose your head
I didn’t mean to hurt anyone
L-O-L, say “Oh well”, or go to hell
Just go to hell
Sorry, not sorry bout’ what I said
(Sorry, not sorry bout’ what she said)
Sorry, (not) sorry bout’ what I said
Don’t lose your head
Songwriters: Lucy Amelia Nancy Moss / Toby Oliver Samuel Marlow

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