I don't really give a damn
I don't really give a damn
I don't really give a damn
I don't really
I don't really
The wind is brushing on me it's a Saturday night
I swear the moon is watching from afar far far
I'm filling up my gallery
With memories so sweet I need a glass of wine to make it through the night
You tell me you don't want me just to make me cry
cnd tell me that you hate me yet you hold me tight
The stupid thing about this
Is I don't really care anymore
You think you got me figured out
You got it all wrong
You think I'm way too head over heels in love with you
I don't really give a damn
I don't really give a damn
Wine feels so good when I'm loving myself
Take another picture then I post on the gram
Wine fix my mood coz he messed it all up
He's gone oh he'll be back I swear he's just like that
I swear he's just like
I swear he's just like
Move it baby
Move it prove it show me that you love me
Show me baby show me
Show me show me that you want me
I don't really give a damn
I don't really give a damn
I don't really give a damn
I don't really