Big girl, little girl, you're a rip curl,
Tearing your way through this huge swirl,
I know you're mad, you're on a war path,
You know you don't want to be bury more

Friends
Then we could be friends
I wish that we were friends
But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy

Yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Big girl, it's hell being unwell
You know you're stuck where you fell
Your words give birth like a rosemary
You know you don't want to bury more

Friends
Then we could be friends
I wish that we were friends
But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy

Friends
Then we could be friends
I wish that we were friends
But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy

Can't bury more friends
Then we could be friends
I wish that we were friends
But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy

Friends
Yeah, we could be friends
I wish that we were friends
But you can't stop, stop seeing us as the enemy

You know with every cruel word that you utter
That you bury yourself even deeper every day
Oh, little girl, there's enough love in this circle
You can shackle yourself or be free from this pain

You know with every cruel word that you utter
That you bury yourself even deeper every day
Oh, little, girl there's enough love in this circle
You can shackle yourself or be free from this pain

You know with every cruel word that you utter
That you bury yourself even deeper every day
Oh, little girl, there's enough love in this circle
You can shackle yourself or be free from this pain

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Henry Binns, Sia Furler