Talking To Strangers
Maisie Peters
There's a man in a shop
Worked there for years
He knows your birthday
And I know that's weird
He keeps a scratchcard, aside every week
'Cause you're superstitious, haven't missed one since you were sixteen
Oh, I can't stop, I can't just not
Tell the whole wide world and this room
No, I can't stop, even if I wanted to talking to strangers about you
Talking to strangers about you
There's a guy on a plane
Who knows you hate flying
The girl doing laps in the pool knows you learnt how to swim in Hawaii
Don't know I do it, I catch myself sometimes
So I try change the subject, 'cause I gеt not everyone sees you thе way that I'd like
But I can't stop, I can't just not
Tell the whole wide world and this room
No, I can't stop, even if I wanted to, talking to strangers about you
Talking to strangers about you
Babe, if you knew, even half of a clue
What I'm telling these strangers
In every bar, every bus stop, every car
They talk 'bout the news, I just talk about you
'Cause I can't stop, I can't just not tell the whole wide world and this room
No, I can't stop, even if I wanted to
Talking to strangers about you
Talking to strangers about you
Talking to strangers about you