Ava Max - Spot a Fake

I could spot a fake from a mile away
Oh, I could spot the bad in the girl that you dig
She's playin' with your, playin' with your heart 'til it breaks
Oh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

I got a sixth sense when it comes to a bitch
She's just a demon in a jean skirt, blowin' a kiss
Oh, God (Mhm, mhm)
Oh, God (Mhm, mhm)
She's like a white sheep, what could she ever do?
She's just a bad wolf comin' for you
Oh, God (Mhm, mhm)
Oh, God (Mhm, mhm)

(Oh-oh) I know you're lost in her eyes
And everything underneath
Her body makes you go blind, but
Not me, not me