I’m sorry I’m not your cup of tea.
I’m not the girl who basks in glory
Over make ups and filtered selfies,
Over feeding your hungry ego so you will like me.
I’m sorry if you think that the trend I follow
Is to go for boys who are shallow
Those whose pride they never swallow
And those who just sit and wallow.
Don’t think for a second that we’re meant to be
See, you’re not my cup of tea.