Lyrics Tove Styrke – Number One

Praise cool, I’m sorry but there’s no can do
My youth ain’t tangled up in bad decisions

Poor you, you thought you could dictate the rules
Bohoo

You’re only eighteen
(With stomps to the beat)
But a killing machine
(With stomps to the beat)
Drain the noise of the bullshit
(With stomps to the beat)
With stomps to the beat
With stomps to the beat

Oh my, the world’s on fire and maybe I’m just chasing rhymes
Taking is easy and I don’t care where it leads me baby
Oh my the more I try the closer I get to wasting time
No one ever wants to give you some
But everybody loves a number one
Oh na na
Everybody loves a number one
Oh na na
No one ever wants to give you some
But everybody loves a number one

Hot glam seems far away from I a
I can neither understand it nor demand it

Your tears don’t shake my world like Britney Spears
She’s fierce

You’re only eighteen
(With stomps to the beat)
But a killing machine
(With stomps to the beat)

Oh my, the world’s on fire and maybe I’m just chasing rhymes
Taking is easy and I don’t care where it leads me baby
Oh my the more I try the closer I get to wasting time
No one ever wants to give you some
But everybody loves a number one
Oh na na
Everybody loves a number one
Oh na na
No one ever wants to give you some
But everybody loves a number one

I can’t praise your cool
There’s just no can do
And it’s that easy
Baby can’t you see
You got nothing on me
It’s just that easy

Oh my, the world’s on fire and maybe I’m just chasing rhymes
Taking is easy and I don’t care where it leads me baby
Oh my the more I try the closer I get to wasting time
No one ever wants to give you some
But everybody loves a number one
Oh na na
Everybody loves a number one
Oh na na
No one ever wants to give you some
But everybody loves a number one
Everybody loves a number one
No one ever wants to give you some
But everybody loves a number one