Video Little Miss Obsessive de Ashlee Simpson 2024 Pop Lyrics

Ashlee Simpson - Little Miss Obsessive Lyrics

[Intro: Tom Higgenson]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh (That side of your bed is still mine)
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh (That side of your bed is still mine)

[Verse 1: Ashlee Simpson]
Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything's such a blur, it didn't come out right
All of the sudden it's cold and we're falling apart
No, this can't be, please don't leave me alone in the dark

[Chorus: Ashlee Simpson]
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it

[Post-Chorus: Tom Higgenson]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh (That side of your bed is still mine)
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh (That side of your bed is still mine)

[Verse 2: Ashlee Simpson]
I've never been a fan of long goodbyes
I'm at the finish line and you're just way too far behind
In the morning, I got in a fight with myself
I got the bruises to prove it
Then I swallowed your words and spit them right back out

[Chorus: Ashlee Simpson]
And I guess we're really over (Over), so come over, I'm not over it
And I guess we're really over (Over), so come over, I'm not over it
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it, no

[Bridge: Ashlee Simpson]
It's like a fairy tale without a happy ending (Happy ending)
But then again, maybe we are just pretending
Why does it have to be so unfair?
Tell me that you care

[Chorus: Ashlee Simpson]
And I guess we're really over, but come over, I'm not over it
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it, oh
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Little miss, little miss, little miss, little miss obsessive
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Little miss, little miss, little miss, little miss obsessive
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it, no

[Outro: Tom Higgenson]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh (That side of your bed is still mine)
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh (That side of your bed is still mine)