She wanted the cords She wanted the flared cords With the high waist And she wanted to find the perfect chords To sing her song about you 'Cause she wanted you too She wanted to wear the cords to his house He has ugly bathroom with a perfect mirror And she wanted to take a photo of her waist In the cords, in the mirror In the cords, in the mirror She knows they think it's narcissistic, but to her it's holistic Each unartistic snap solidifies her world it is Or as she wants it to seem Or as she wants it to seem Or as she wants it to seem Or as she wants it to seem She wanted the cords She wanted the flared cords