Description
Lyricist: Kella Armitage
Lyricist: Emelie Eriksson
Lyricist: Philip Strand
Composer: Kella Armitage
Composer: Emelie Eriksson
Composer: Philip Strand
Arranger: Philip Strand
Lyrics and translation
Original
He's a "Talk a lot of nice talk"-babe
Heart is always colder than an ice box-babe
7 in the morning and he's out the door
'Til he gets real bored and he's back for more
Why, why are they like this?
And why, why do they fake it?
Boys like you think you're so handsome
You talk a lot of sweeten
Caution what you put your hands on
But pretty is deceiving
I let you into my home
I let you under my clothes
Now all I hear is your anthem
The symphony of fuckboys
The symphony of fuckboys
Says he usually don't feel like this
Never really fell for someone quite this quick
Calling me his angel
Ain't no wonder why
When he's watching me through those devil eyes
And why, why are they like this?
And why, why do they fake it?
Boys like you think you're so handsome
You talk a lot of sweeten
Caution what you put your hands on
But pretty is deceiving
I let you into my home
I let you under my clothes
Now all I hear is your anthem
The symphony of fuckboys
The symphony of fuckboys
Bye bye bye to the Romeo of lies
So persuading, swear you'll change him
Bye bye bye I ain't wasting no more time
On his off-key ugly serenade
Boys like you think you're so handsome
You talk a lot of sweeten
Caution what you put your hands on
But pretty is deceiving
I let you into my home
I let you under my clothes
Now all I hear is your anthem
The symphony of fuckboys
The symphony of fuckboys
The symphony of fuckboys
English translation
He's a "Talk a lot of nice talk"-babe
Heart is always colder than an ice box-babe
7 in the morning and he's out the door
'Til he gets real bored and he's back for more
Why, why are they like this?
And why, why do they fake it?
Boys like you think you're so handsome
You talk a lot of sweeten
Caution what you put your hands on
But pretty is deceiving
I let you into my home
I let you under my clothes
Now all I hear is your anthem
The symphony of fuckboys
The symphony of fuckboys
Says he usually don't feel like this
Never really fell for someone quite this quick
Calling me his angel
Ain't no wonder why
When he's watching me through those devil eyes
And why, why are they like this?
And why, why do they fake it?
Boys like you think you're so handsome
You talk a lot of sweeten
Caution what you put your hands on
But pretty is deceiving
I let you into my home
I let you under my clothes
Now all I hear is your anthem
The symphony of fuckboys
The symphony of fuckboys
Bye bye bye to the Romeo of lies
So persuading, swear you'll change him
Bye bye bye I ain't wasting no more time
On his off-key ugly serenade
Boys like you think you're so handsome
You talk a lot of sweeten
Caution what you put your hands on
But pretty is deceiving
I let you into my home
I let you under my clothes
Now all I hear is your anthem
The symphony of fuckboys
The symphony of fuckboys
The symphony of fuckboys