Number One - Tove Styrke

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

But a killing machine

Drain the noise of the bullshit

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

Hot glam seems far away from where I am

I can neither understand it nor demand it

You're tears don't shake my world like Britney Spears

She's fierce

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