Tokyo - finn askew

She’s in Toyko again, oh

She meditates to find her zen, oh, yeah

She love women, she hate men, oh

She’s in Toyko again, eh

She meditates to find her zen, oh

She love women, she hate men (Woah)

I’m sure that she hates me too

You just speak your mind, hate the gossip

Beauty in your face, but your body’s movin' gothic

Toxic, logic, girl, I know you hate my logic

My heart right from my sleeve, then you put it in your pocket

You smoke your cigarettes

Girl, it’s a perfect perfume

Pretty, your silhouette

I swear that I’m lost when you

You hate the internet

I’m sure that it hates you too (It hates you too)

She’s in Toyko again, eh

She meditates to find her zen, oh

She love women, she hate men (Woah)

I’m sure that she hates me too

She drink wine without her friend, eh

She don’t fuck with many trends, eh

She’s so real, she don’t pretend (Woah)

I’m sure that she hates me too