Lyrics beabadoobee

beabadoobee

Back To Mars

Ask me again, are we friends or are we something more?

Doesn't it hurt to think about how we were just before?

Doesn't matter if sometimes we cannot stick to being friends

Doesn't matter if we break up just to act all fine again

Take me to the South of France where we could just be old friends

We'd go to the beach and you could braid my hair

You could braid my hair