"My Regards" lyrics
Girl gone reckless, this love's got me possessive
Like, if you lay a hand on him, we're both getting arrested
Excuse me, sorry, his kisses make me cocky
Call me Kevin Costner, the way I'm guarding his body
I really sympathise, I do, I do
If I saw him in this light, I'd want him too
But the problem is, he's mine, and it's headline news
He took me off the market and I took him to the moon
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s
And he's skipping my heart double dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me
The only air that he'll breathe is my perfume
Send the boys and the girls of this city
Best of luck, my regards, from his bedroom
Ride or die, I said it and I meant it
If he jumps, I'm jumping, no coming back for our senses
His hand in mine, his initials in my necklace
Any man or woman who wants him I'll have for breakfast
I really sympathise, I do, I do
If I saw him in this light, I'd want him too
But the problem is, he's mine, and I am his
He took me off the market so I took him to the Ritz
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s
And he's skipping my heart double dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me
The only air that he'll breathe is my perfume
Send the boys and the girls of this city
Best of luck, my regards, from his bedroom
From his bedroom, from his bedroom
Now my address is his mattress in his bedroom
From these white sheets, I got the best view
And everybody's calling me, but my phone don't work in his, phone don't work in his
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s
And he's skipping my heart double dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me
The only air that he'll breathe is my perfume
Send the boys and the girls of this city
Best of luck, my regards, from his bedroom
From his bedroom
From his bedroom
And everybody's calling me but my phone don't work in his, phone don't work in his
Like, if you lay a hand on him, we're both getting arrested
Excuse me, sorry, his kisses make me cocky
Call me Kevin Costner, the way I'm guarding his body
I really sympathise, I do, I do
If I saw him in this light, I'd want him too
But the problem is, he's mine, and it's headline news
He took me off the market and I took him to the moon
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s
And he's skipping my heart double dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me
The only air that he'll breathe is my perfume
Send the boys and the girls of this city
Best of luck, my regards, from his bedroom
Ride or die, I said it and I meant it
If he jumps, I'm jumping, no coming back for our senses
His hand in mine, his initials in my necklace
Any man or woman who wants him I'll have for breakfast
I really sympathise, I do, I do
If I saw him in this light, I'd want him too
But the problem is, he's mine, and I am his
He took me off the market so I took him to the Ritz
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s
And he's skipping my heart double dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me
The only air that he'll breathe is my perfume
Send the boys and the girls of this city
Best of luck, my regards, from his bedroom
From his bedroom, from his bedroom
Now my address is his mattress in his bedroom
From these white sheets, I got the best view
And everybody's calling me, but my phone don't work in his, phone don't work in his
God bless all of those other eyes
They can look, but they can't ever touch
Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s
And he's skipping my heart double dutch
Tell the rest of the world that he's with me
The only air that he'll breathe is my perfume
Send the boys and the girls of this city
Best of luck, my regards, from his bedroom
From his bedroom
From his bedroom
And everybody's calling me but my phone don't work in his, phone don't work in his
Writer(s): Maisie Hannah Peters, Nick Lobel
