Waiting Till Marriage - Stop Telling Me How To Dress Lyrics

I like pissing you off
Buying shit you don't like sort of get's me off
But I make a bit of money
And I think it's sort of funny
Just to tell you all about the happy life
Well I was crashing cars at seventeen
And doing so illegally
And taking pills just to feel something that's not misery
Something that's not misery nah
Stop telling me how to dress
'Cause God it get's me down
Stop telling me how to dress
'Cause God it get's me down
I thought I looked alright tonight
But now I feel
Like I'm the ugliest man in the room
But I could be worse
I could be worse now
I hate making you feel
Like I don't care about you at all
However I make a bit of money
And I think it's sort of funny
You never realized I spent it all on you
But then that's why I don't wear Gucci
You can go and f*cking sue me
As a man who loved you unconditionally
I'm a man who loved you unconditionally
Try find that again
Stop telling me how to dress
'Cause God it get's me down
Stop telling me how to dress
'Cause God it get's me down
I thought I looked alright tonight
But now I feel
Like I'm the ugliest man in the room
But I could be worse
I could be wo-o-o-o-o-orse yeah
Wo-o-o-o-o-orse
I could be wo-o-o-o-o-orse yeah
Wo-o-o-o-o-orse
I could be wo-o-o-o-o-orse yeah
Wo-o-o-o-o-orse
I could be worse now
So give me a call
Give me a call
Give me a call if you ever hear this