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I love the way you sing
Oh, I've been tryin' to copy every word you say
I love the way you think
You have this way of knowing it'll be ok

Where'd you get that confidence from?
'Cause you wear it like a coat
All this feeling second best, it's got me by the throat
I know
That I've been obsessing in the worst way

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Oh, I heard it from a woman on the internet
She told me to eat well and try to love myself
Then maybe I won't wish that I was someone else
(Tell me how, tell me how)
To be more like you

Look, I don't wanna fight
No, I just wanna swap our bodies for a day
Imagine I could drive with the top down
Back and forth across L.A.

Every time she mentions your name
Oh, she says it like a prayer
Getting caught up on the syllables
I wish I didn't care, but no
Oh, maybe I'm the one she had to outgrow

Oh, I heard it from a woman on the internet
She told me to eat well and try to love myself
Then maybe I won't wish that I was someone else

Oh, I know that I've been flirting with the enemy
But please don't be so perfect right in front of me
I think of all the things that I will never be
Tell me how, tell me how
To be more like you (to be more like you)
(Be more like, to be more like you)
To be more like you (to be more like you)
(Be more like, to be more like you)

And look
It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true
I got these insecurities
They're all mine
There's nothing you can do, do, do, do, no
And look
It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true
The other day I caught myself just looking at pictures of you
You, you, you, you, no

Oh, I heard it from a woman on the internet
She told me to live a life of no regret
So maybe I won't take you on as such a threat
Tell me how, tell me how
Oh, I know that I've been flirting with the enemy
But please don't be so perfect right in front of me
I think of all the things that I will never be
(Tell me how, tell me how)

To be more like you (to be more like you)
(Be more like, to be more like you)
To be more like you (to be more like you)
(Be more like, to be more like you)

Writer(s): Orla Gartland, Tommy King, Devin Hoffman

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