More songs by Laufey
Description
Producer: Spencer Stewart
Producer: Laufey
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Music Publisher: "Laufey / Vingolf, ASCAP (World ex. Iceland) / STEF (Iceland) Mosey Creative (ASCAP) "
Lyrics and translation
Original
Don't you worry about your curly hair.
Clothes that don't quite fit you anyway.
Voices echo in the gym.
Another girl's had her first kiss.
Please don't think too much of it, darling.
I'm so sorry that they pick you last.
Try to say your foreign name out loud.
I know that you feel out, so different from the crowd of big blue eyes and long blonde hair and boys that stare, but baby, know that you'll grow a bed.
Grow so tough and charming.
Write your story.
Fall in love a little, too.
The things you thought you'd never do.
I wish I could go back and give her a squeeze, myself at thirteen, and just let her know, know that she's beautiful.
Mm.
Keep on going with your silly dream.
Life is prettier than it may seem.
One day you'll be up on stage.
Little girls will scream your name.
The days of tears and failure fears and no one cares will all make sense 'cause you'll grow a bed.
Grow so confident and write your story.
Fall in love a little, too.
The things you thought you'd never do.
I wish I could go back and give her a squeeze, myself at thirteen, and just let her know, know that she's beautiful.
Ooh.
English translation
Don't you worry about your curly hair.
Clothes that don't quite fit you anyway.
Voices echo in the gym.
Another girl's had her first kiss.
Please don't think too much of it, darling.
I'm so sorry that they pick you last.
Try to say your foreign name out loud.
I know that you feel out, so different from the crowd of big blue eyes and long blonde hair and boys that stare, but baby, know that you'll grow a bed.
Grow so tough and charming.
Write your story.
Fall in love a little, too.
The things you thought you'd never do.
I wish I could go back and give her a squeeze, myself at thirteen, and just let her know, know that she's beautiful.
Mm.
Keep on going with your silly dream.
Life is prettier than it may seem.
One day you'll be up on stage.
Little girls will scream your name.
The days of tears and failure fears and no one cares will all make sense 'cause you'll grow a bed.
Grow so confident and write your story.
Fall in love a little, too.
The things you thought you'd never do.
I wish I could go back and give her a squeeze, myself at thirteen, and just let her know, know that she's beautiful.
Ooh.