What's Not To Like

Heavy is the heart that wants to be a famous face
Sucking all the air out out of the room
Fragile is the ego of the man that needs to win
'Cause he doesn't know how to lose

You think they're in the palm of your hand
But they're really under your skin
Just when I think that I understand
Then I find I don't know a thing

What's not to like about me?
I'm a lover not a fighter sort of thing
Imagine life without me
Don't stir me up 'cause I am not your cup of tea
Look at yourself

Look, sweetheart
I really wanna depart
Your lights are on but no one's home
Get off your phone and let's restart

Back of my police car
I never wanna leave ya
Let Luther tell ya my name is Elba
Sayonara, I'll see ya

You think they're in the palm of your hand
But they're really under your skin
Just when I think that I understand
Then I find I don't know a thing

What's not to like about me?
I'm a lover not a fighter sort of thing
Imagine life without me
Don't stir me up 'cause I am not your cup of tea
Look at yourself
Self, self, self, self...
Self, self, self

What's not to like about me?
I'm a lover not a fighter sort of thing
Imagine life without me
Don't stir me up 'cause I am not your cup of tea
Look at yourself
Look at yourself
Look at yourself
Self, self, self, self