Williamsburg Boy

I'm in love
I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him
I'm in love
I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him

I'm in love
I'm in love the way he wears his hair
The shoes he wears, the way he stares I'm gone
I'm in love
I'm in love the way he cooks my eggs
Always cage-free, some celery and avocado

I'm in love, I'm in love with his facial hair
The way it's changed
Some days it's shaved or it's not
I swear to God, I swear to God
If he grew that hair
And gelled it up like the pringles guy
I'd fucking die
I would literally fucking die

I'm in love
I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him
I'm in love
I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him

But he's in love
He's in love with a Williamsburg girl
Her high waist jeans
Socks to her knees, he's gone
And he's in love
He's in love with her skrillex hair
She drinks her beer like she don't care
It's organic

I'm still in love
Still in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, don't tell him
I'm in love
I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell, tell, tell, tell, tell

Oh I'm in love
I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him
Don't tell, tell, tell, tell, tell
Oh I'm in love
I'm in love with a Williamsburg boy
But please don't tell him, no don't tell