All language subtitles for Some.Girls.S03E01_English

♪ People keep saying
that I'm doing it wrong ♪

♪ But I say it feels all right ♪

♪ I really do try, really
do try, really do try ♪

♪ There's a million things
that I could change ♪

♪ But maybe it's all right ♪

♪ 'Cause this is my life, this
if my life, this is my life ♪

- Can we have Chinese food tonight?

Chinese food is fun.

- No, we're having pizza.

I've planned pizza, so we're having pizza.

Can't change it now.
- Well, you could,

by not ordering pizza.

- We can have those slimy mushrooms.

They look like dead slugs.

I like them.
- No, Amber.

I've got all the toppings planned already.

We're having pizza.

- Okay, but can we use chopsticks?

- Wait, wait.

Everyone wait.

There's a penny.

(school bell rings)
I need to save up 600 pounds.

As my nana used to say, if
you look after the pennies,

the pounds look after themselves.

- Oh, that's nice.

So if Holli saves a penny every day,

she'll have 600 pounds in, like--

- Roughly 164 years.

- My fucking nana.

No wonder she's skint.

- Why do you need to save up 600 pounds?

- It's private.
- Is it for a lawyer?

- Is it for a pit bull?
- It's for a secret.

- Is it for a boob job?

- Seriously?

That's your first guess?

Have you ever looked at Holli's boobs?

- Well, I'm saving for a boob job.

I've got a boob job jar.

- How much you saved?
- Mm, about seven pounds.

- That could pay for the pen.

You know, the pen they use to draw on you

before they start cutting you up.

- Come on, Holli, let's look for money

under the vending machine.

I found 50 P under there once,

but the next time, there
was just a dead mouse,

and the time after that,

there was a really smelly dead mouse.

- Don't forget, pizza at mine tonight.

- I'll be there.

- What did you tell your parents?

- Afterschool chess tournament.

- They really believe that?

- Yes, they trust me,

especially now I've set up a
fake Saz Kaur Facebook account

and leaked them the password
so they can secretly check up

on all my fake activities.

Can you help me take
some fake pictures of me

playing fake chess in the library?

(lively music)

My mum and dad are gonna love this one.

- Don't you feel bad?

- No.

I'm making them so happy.

Why would I feel bad?

- Oh, geez, that baby's
destroying my jelly bonkers.

Suck, suck, suck.

Got nipples like lumps of old chewing gum.

- Must be nice having a baby, though.

- Ah, she's wonderful,

and I did the right thing
passing on my genes.

But I've also sacrificed what was once

an extremely beautiful vagina.

Haven't I, Viva?

(doorbell buzzing)

- Thank God.

She was just about to show it to you.

Everyone round here's had to have a look.

Mr. Burton next door
had one of his episodes.

Rocky, what are you doing here?

It's girls' night, remember?

- Hello, Viva.

Your boyfriend's turned up unexpectedly.

It's romantic.

- Yeah, it is romantic.

But it's still girls' night.

- I need to talk to you.

- Sure.

- You know how I've got, like, an allergy

to reading and writing
and rubbers and rulers

and exercise books and pens?

- I'm not sure it's a proper allergy.

- It is a proper allergy, Viva.

I get a rash when I smell ink.

Well, I realize what I need to do.

It's so obvious.

I've got to drop out of school.

- What?!

But you're so close.

Rocky, just get through your exams

and then you'll never
have to smell ink again.

- Except when he's signing on.

- I can't do it, Viva.

I'm not some sort of
A-star boffiny genius.

And most of the information,
I'm never gonna use, innit?

I mean, like, where's your gastrocnemius?

No one cares.

- Geez, Rocky, that was year eight.

If you don't know where that is by now,

you're basically screwed.

- So if I did drop out, would you dump me?

Would you?

I need to know.

- I'm not saying that I'd dump you,

but I really don't think
you should rush into it.

- Right, I get it.

I need qualifications to
be going out with you.

Well, sorry I'm not Professor Rocky

from the University of somewhere

there's a university that's good.

- Rocky.
- I'll see you at school.

- Wait, let's talk.

(doorbell buzzing)
- Let him go.

At the moment, our dough ball order

divides perfectly between four.

If he stays, we could have a dough ball

division dispute on our hands.

- Why can't he see how important it is

just to stay motivated
a little bit longer?

- Just let him drop out.

He'll probably fail anyway.

- [Holli] Rocky let us in.

- He looked upset, so we gave him

three dough balls to cheer him up.

- Three?!

Everything's ruined.

- Can I see the baby,
please, Miss Hitchcock?

- She's asleep, so no.

But, if you like, you can watch me express

the baby's midnight feed.

I can pump half a pint of full cream

mummy milk in five minutes.

Hey, does anyone want to help me?

- I'd love to, please, Miss Hitchcock.

- I'll do the right if you take the left.

(upbeat rock music)

- It's not like Brandon to
disappear for this long.

- [Holli] You tried all his numbers?

- And I've been round his house
the last two nights running,

but it was all dark, cold, and empty,

like no one was living
there except spiders.

And I'm thinking the
only possible explanation

is that him and his mum have
gone into witness protection!

- Probably not the only explanation.

If he was going into witness protection,

he would have told you.

- When people go into witness protection,

they don't tell you 'cause you
could go round and kill them.

- Why don't we all go there
after school and check it out?

- I'd have to be quick.

I'm gonna see Uncle Eddie.

He's an old mate of my dad's.

He might give me a job on his market stall

so I can save up 600 pounds.

- I'll come too.

But I have to make up something

for my fake Facebook account.

I'm thinking Debating
Society sounds like fake Saz.

I'm thinking fake Saz
should be team captain.

- Rocky.

(sighs)

You surprised me last night.

- That's me, always coming
up with a new twist.

- Well, I was really negative.

- Well, I get it, that's cool.

- Oh, you're my boyfriend, Rocky,

and I'll still love you, whatever.

- Really?

So you're saying you'll still love me

even if I decide to drop out of school?

- Course.

- Even if my only qualification
is, like, BTEC PE?

- Course.
- Level one?

- Level one?!

You still haven't passed level two?

What have you been doing?!

Yeah, yeah, basically, I'll
still love you no matter what.

- Wow.

No matter what?

Right.

I've got to go.
- Where?

- And drop out of school!

- Don't you even want to
think about it for a bit?

- Uh-uh, nah.

Anyone want a pen?!

(knocking)

- What now?

- All their stuff is still there.

But that's what happens when
you go into witness protection.

- Yeah, 'cause when Kenny Banks

went into witness protection,

people went round his house
and helped theirselves.

My family got a toaster
and a dog ornament.

Then it turned out, they had
a last-minute deal to Ibiza,

so we had to give them back.

- There's a smell in there.

- What like, describe it.

- Sort of Brandon-ness-ness.

- Ah, that smell.

There's a bit of post on the floor.

Might be a clue, but I
can't see what it is.

- I could put my phone in there,

take pictures and get a closeup.

(camera snapping)

(Amber screams)

- It's his school photo, Amber.

He's not in there.

- Well, I could put my phone
a bit further in and turn it

to see if I can see in Brandon's bedroom.

See if he's taken his Xbox.

- Or if he's in there, dead.

(camera snapping)

(cellphone chiming)
(Amber yelps)

(Amber gasps)

(cellphone buzzing)

- My phone.

- Yeah, you dropped your phone.

- My phone.

- Don't worry, we'll get it back.

- How?

Trained hamster?

- I love that phone.

- Wait, I've got an idea.

See hi-vis boy over there?

I swear his grabber thing
could get Amber's phone.

- That's actually a good plan.

- I'm going over.
- I'll go.

I'm just a bit more user-friendly.

- I'm user-friendly, you
cheeky fucking bitch.

(upbeat rock music)

- All right?
- He says he'll help us.

- Hello.

- Well, I'll give it a go.

You get good at estimating achievable

grabbing distance in this job.

And I'd say that is too far in.

- Oh, please try.

My phone is my life,

my boyfriend's gone
into witness protection,

and I really need toilet.

- She's under a lot of stress.

(grabber clacking)

- No.

I can't reach it.

- Could you let one of us try?

We can get our arms in further than you.

- Let me try.

- The phone's too far in.

- Wanna bet?

- I'd just be taking your money.

It's a good two
centimeters beyond its AGD.

- Eh?

- Achievable grabbing distance.

- Think I can get it.

(grabber clacking)

Yes!

(arm thudding)

Ooh.

Oh.

I've got my fucking arm stuck.

- I need the loo!

- Never mind your bladder,

what about my arm and my
interview and my 600 pounds?

- I warned you it was beyond its AGD.

- Eh?

- Holli, what are you doing?

- Trying to headbutt this twat.

- Stop wriggling.

You're making it worse.

- Ugh, it's wedged so tight.

- Ugh, stop pulling me!

- I'm trying to help!

- I need my phone!

- If blood supply to
your hand gets cut off,

gangrene is gonna set in

and you'll have to get your arm amputated.

(Holli groans)
(loud thudding)

- Ha-ha, you look stupid!

(Holli groans)

- I know where you live,
you little shitbag.

Chase him, Amber.

Viva, someone get him and bring
him here so I can hit him.

- Just looking how long you've
got till septicemia sets in.

- Shut up, you're not helping.

I need to get to that interview!

I need that job!

(groans)
- Why do you need

600 pounds, anyway?

- Mind your business, I just need it.

- I'm gonna cry!

- Shut up, Amber, it's
not about you anymore!

- You shut up, it is about me!

I'm the one who's phone's
lost and who needs toilet!

- Both of you, shut up!

You're behaving like animals!

- We're all tired and we're all upset

and, basically, chips
would help this situation.

- Chips would be nice.

- Saz, go to the cafe and
get everyone some chips,

and once we've had chips,

we'll be able to think
straight and sort this out.

- I'm gonna be so late to meet Eddie.

- Is that your boyfriend?

- No, she doesn't have a boyfriend.

No one wants to be her boyfriend.

She's completely available!

- Yeah, you're too far away there.

- Outside my achievable slapping distance.

Oh, fuck.

(lively music)

- Debate update.

Just giving my opponents a
lethal injection of my arguments

in favor of the death penalty.

(Saz chuckles)

Fake Saz is quite witty.

Hey, Rocky.

(both faintly speaking)

(screams)
(loud thudding)

- Hey, Saz.

(cellphone buzzing)
- My phone!

It's crying for me.

(groans)

I miss its little noises.

My thumbs miss texting.

- Chips.

I've got big news.

Massive news.

Really very big, massive news.

- [Viva] Ooh, exciting.

What is it?

- It's not the right time
to tell you right now,

but it's amazing.

- A bit more ketchup on
the next one, please.

- Do you know what, Viva?

We should call your dad.

Firefighters know what to
do with stuff like this.

- Nah, he hates it when people
get bits of themselves stuck

in places they shouldn't have put them.

It's the one thing that makes him angry.

Says he spends half his life

cutting tossers out of cat flaps.

- You sure that's a good idea, Amber?

- No, I'm not.

It's made me need to wee even more.

- You know, it would help if
we could lubricate your arm.

- You're not lubricating my arm, pervert.

- [Saz] That would actually help.

- Well, let's see if
we've got anything greasy

in our bags that would
work, like hand cream.

- Can you put hand cream on arms?

Is that even allowed?

Hey, half a sandwich.

- I have nothing oily, sorry.

- Patrick, I wondered where you were.

Some geography homework.

That's weird, I dropped
geography in year 11.

My keys, chewing gum, sock,

Brandon's spare keys, my
lucky pen, my unlucky pen,

my pen that's not lucky or unlucky.

It's just a pen.

- Amber.
- My lucky shin pads,

ugh, my unlucky shin pads.

- Amber!

Brandon's spare keys.

- You've got Brandon's spare keys?

- Yeah, so...

This means, OMG.

(laughing)

They were here the whole time.

None of this needed to happen!

(laughing)

- Hurry up, Saz.

- It's tricky, there's loads of keys.

(panting loudly)

I'm having an accident!

I can't stop!

(laughing)

- [Holli] What the fuck?

- It's called giggle incontinence.

It's a form of urge incontinence.

- [Holli] Uh?

- Oh.

- Don't worry, Amber.

I've got my tracksuit in my bag.

You can get changed in Brandon's.

(upbeat music)

(Amber gasps)

- Hello, baby, Mummy missed you!

Mwah!

Aw, the battery's dead.

Stupid phone.

- I think I'll stick the kettle on.

- Hillary Schmeichel in Texas

got her arm stuck in a letterbox.

They freed her with
extra virgin olive oil.

- Is vegetable oil okay?

- Who wants a snack?
- Me.

Me. What have they got?

- Is any fucker gonna help me?

- Ha-ha, I'm putting this on YouTube.

(Holly groans)

(upbeat music)

- [Holli] Uncle Eddie.

- Hello, young lady.

Thought you weren't coming.
- Sorry, Eddie, I got delayed.

- You ever had a job on a market stall?

- No.

- [Eddie] Any selling at all?

- No.
- Any job dealing

with customers?
- No.

- Any job at all?

- No.

- Have you got a driving license?

- No.
- Are you good at getting up

early on Saturdays?

- Yeah!
- Really?

- No.
- Holli, tell me,

why should I employ you for
this job and not someone else?

- 'Cause you know my Dad.

And I'm really good at lifting.

- Right, lifting, that's good.

That's better.

You can help me finish
getting the rest of this

clobber in the van, put
your jacket on there.

- Now?

- I wanna see what sort of worker you are.

(sighs)

What the?

Is that one of them avant-garde

fashion statement arm jewelry affairs?

- No, it's a letterbox.

- How'd you do that, then?

- It wasn't my fault.

I wasn't thieving nothing.

- You remind me of your dad.

How is he?

- He's banged up.

- Yeah, I heard about that.

Do you want me to help you get that off?

- Does it involve oil?

'Cause oil doesn't work, nor does butter,

and nor does Lynx Dark
Temptation shower gel.

My arm's bare soft, though.

- [Eddie] How about these bastards?

(bolt cutter clacks)

- So I was just sitting there
updating fake Saz's Facebook

and then in comes Rocky,
looking all, I don't know.

- Cute?

Hot? Hench?

Dench, peng, buff, piff?

- Kind of excited and happy.

Think he was skipping.

- I like skipping.

- Yeah, 'cause he's free.

He's dropped out.

- So he goes up to Chef
and they're talking

and then Chef's, like,
slapping him on his back

like he's congratulating him.

- Figure he's got a job at the cafe?

- No, 'cause then Rocky gets
something out of his pocket

and he's showing it to Chef.

Viva, it was a diamond ring!

(gasps)
He wants to marry you!

(Amber squeals)

- I can't marry him!

We're 18!

- My mum and dad got married at 18.

They got divorced eight years later.

- What are you still doing here?

- Oh, he's making us all snacks.

- Then two years later,
they got married again.

- Saz, is this a wind up?

Is he really gonna propose?!

When?!
- All I know

is he's got a ring.

- I can't believe it.

- You would say no, though, right?

- I just wish I knew when
all this was gonna happen.

I need to be ready.

- Then last year they got divorced again.

- It is good that you
overheard, though, Saz,

because now I can work out
the perfect way to say no.

- But I'm pretty sure
they shagged each other

on Christmas Day when they
were both a bit pissed

and I was watching "James Bond."

(loud crashing)
- Ow!

- That kid on the bike went by again

and I hit him with this.

(Amber chuckles)
And I got the job.

- Yay!

Come in, Hi-vis is making
us cheese toasties.

Oh, and Holli, what do you
need the 600 pounds for?

Just tell me, I promise
I won't tell anyone.

- It's private, Amber.

- Are you getting a hot tub fitted?

- [Holli] No.

(upbeat rock music)

- They've left their plants,
they've left their food.

Who does that unless they've
gone into witness protection?

- Or got a last-minute deal to Ibiza.

- No, he wouldn't go
to Ibiza with his mum.

- Right, so we search the flat,

see if he's left his passport around,

see if we can hack into his computer

and look at his search history.

- This is a really nice toastie.

- Yeah, I spread the
butter on the outside,

but the key is to make sure
I get the pan really hot

before I put it in.
(Saz gasps)

- Ooh, vodka (gasps) and Coke.

- The dream team.

- Sorry, Rocky, I do love
you, but we're too young and--

- You're too thick.

(upbeat rock music)

- I had my first orgasm in this bed.

That's when I realized Brandon

is like some high-level
wizard of oral sex.

- What does he do?

- I don't know, but it was
so magical and beautiful.

Sort of made me feel
better about there being

no unicorns or mermaids.

- Oh, so, you do finally accept that now?

- Yeah, and I realized,
orgasms are what grownups have

instead of unicorns
and magic and mermaids.

OMG, I'm so wise.

- When did you have
your first orgasm, Saz?

- I don't wanna say.

- Oh, go on, I told you mine.

- Yeah, Amber told you hers.

- Well, I was about 14 and
I decided I needed to switch

from sanitary towels to tampons.

- Was this after that
trampolining incident

where the towel flew out and hit someone?

(laughs)

- Yes, no need to bring that up.

It was roughly when I got home that day

that I decided I needed
to switch to tampons.

- I prefer tampons.

- I didn't really know
how to put a tampon in,

so I just started gently
stabbing it in the general area.

Think I must have accidentally
located my clitoris.

It was really nice, so I just
gently stabbed myself there

for about 10 more minutes and then I came.

- Oh, my god.
(Amber laughing)

- After that, I changed
my tampons quite a lot.

(all laugh)

- Your turn, Viva.

- Yes, your turn, Viva.

Go on, you've got to or it's not fair.

- I'm not sure if I've
even ever had an orgasm.

- You haven't, then.

- Why?
- You would know.

- Maybe I've had really small ones.

- [Both] No.

- So what does it actually feel like?

- Well, to start with,

imagine the inside of your you-know-what

is like a mini wall of death.

Imagine lots of tiny fairies
are riding their motorbikes

round and round, going
faster and faster and faster

until, suddenly, everything
stops for a moment,

and then an enormous rainbow pours out

and the fairies twinkle off into the sky.

It's like that, but nicer.

- Wow.

That's so...

I can see why you want him to come back.

- What happens to the motorbikes?

- I have definitely not had that feeling.

- 'Cause they'd crash
when the fairies got off.

- What about Rocky?

- Oh, he has orgasms.

- No, we mean does he know
he's failing you as a lover?

- I fake it.

(Amber gasps)

- You've been faking orgasms
with Rocky for a year?

- And you was trying
to make me feel guilty

about faking a couple
of posts on Facebook?

- Are you gonna mention
the orgasm situation

when you tell him you
don't wanna marry him?

- No!

Course not!

- Maybe Brandon could give Rocky

some of his oral sex wizard tips.

- I don't think that
would go down too well.

- Bit like Rocky,
doesn't go down too well.

(laughs)

- [Amber] Just then,
I got such a big whiff

of Brandon's smell from this pillow.

I just hope he's safe.

That smell does make me feel
better about everything.

Maybe they are just on holiday.

- How come you're all
in here with the vodka?

Me and Hi-vis are
getting thirsty in there.

- We're just looking for clues.

- Anything?

- No.
- No.

- We should check out
the rest of the flat.

(lively rock music)

Their toothbrushes are still here.

That's weird.

(light switch clicks)

(Amber yelps)
(Mrs. Taylor screams)

Mrs. Taylor.

- You?!

- Yeah, it's me.

So sorry, can you tell
me where Brandon is?

- You're in my house.

Why are you in my house?

- Oh, well, I was worried about Brandon.

He's not been in touch for days

and I've been round here
and there's never anyone in

and I thought something had
happened to you and Brandon.

Could you please just tell me where he is?

- I'm always in, you dopey fool.

I work nights, Amber.

I take two sleeping pills
and I sleep all day!

- You're a nurse, aren't you?

- How'd you know that?

Who is this?

- Connor.

My name's Connor.

I used to be a medical student.

I've seen you at the hospital.

- You used to be a medical student,

and now you're a road cleaner?

What's happened there?

Did you kill somebody by mistake?

- Excuse me, this isn't
"Piers Morgan's Life Stories."

It's my bedroom, so would
you please all, hang on.

You been drinking my vodka?

- So if you could just please
tell us where Brandon is?

- What else you been into?!

My cheese, my oil, my butter?

(gasps)

My I Can't Believe It's Not Butter?

My bread, my vodka, my Coke?

- I've made a list, Mrs. Taylor.

We'll pay you back, of course.

- And my door.

You basically killed my door.

My door is just a piece
of wood with a hole in it!

- Sorry.

- What even is this?

I don't even recognize what it is.

- It's your letterbox, Mrs. Taylor.

- What am I supposed to do with this?

- Is there any chance you could give us

a clue on where Brandon is?

- Come on, Amber, let's go.

- You know, you really shouldn't be taking

two sleeping pills a day, Mrs. Taylor.

That would go against all medical advice.

(letterbox clanging)

- She didn't allow for the spin.

- Back to mine?

- Bye, then, Connor.
- Thanks for helping us.

- Can I see you again?

Not all of you, just Holli.

- Yeah.

All right.

- Ooh!
(Saz whistling)

(lively music)

What an incredibly weird evening.

And we still don't know
what happened to Brandon.

- We should just tell her.

- Tell me what?

- Babe, we did find something
in Brandon's bedroom.

- "Hello, my name is Shantelle."

What's this?

Who is Shantelle?

- We found it under Brandon's pillow.

- In Brandon's bed?

- I bet it's Shantelle Campbell,

works in that chicken place.

- Well, it makes sense.

Lately, he's been smelling
of chicken all the time.

- What a bastard.

- I bet he gets free chicken.

- That's it, then.

It's over!

He's done this to me for the last time.

I'm going home to throw away
everything he's ever touched.

I'm not gonna cry, I'm too angry.

I feel nothing.

My heart has turned to stone!

(sobs loudly)

- Don't forget to keep
an eye out for pennies.

- Holli.

- What, it'll take her mind off the fact

that Brandon's a two-timing shitbag.

- So many likes on fake
Saz's chess victory

and fake Saz's debating win
from fake Saz's fake friends

who have no idea who she is.

- Are you okay, Saz?

- Fake Saz is kinda epic.

Sometimes, I wish fake Saz was real Saz.

- I think fake Saz is an annoying twat.

- Mm-hm.

(gentle music)

120.

121.

122.

123.

125.

132.

133 pennies.

(Amber gasps)

- Or one pound 33.

- Oh.

- This is it.

He's gonna propose.

- [Amber] I'm gonna film it.

- But she's gonna say no.

They'll both probably cry.

She won't wanna be reminded of that.

- I'm gonna film it, anyway.

- Why does he keep looking out the window?

- Who's that?
- Some of the year eight

football team I used to coach.

Hey, why don't we get donuts?

You love donuts.

I'll get you a donut.

(gentle music)

What?

Here you go.

Viva, I asked you here today
for a very special reason

and there was supposed
to be special music,

the theme tune from "The Lion King,"

but the chef dropped the
CD in the deep fat fryer.

(sighs)

(muffled speaking)

Are you gonna eat that?

There is a very special reason

why I want you to eat that donut,

a reason that's gonna
become clear any minute now.

- I'm not really that hungry.

- Viva, when we first met,
I was a bit of a mess,

trying to be bad, but not
very good at being bad.

You turned my life around.

- Oh!
- Rocky, look.

- [Boy] Whoa, guys!

- No!

That wasn't supposed to happen!

- [Boy] Get out, guys, come on!

- Rocky, are you trying to propose to me?

Because, if you are, that's
really lovely of you,

but we're both so young still and--

- Wait, wait, don't say anything.

You have to eat the donut first.

- I feel a bit sick.

- Okay.

No problem.

Where's the ring?

There's no ring.

- There was a ring in the donut?

- It's not there.

Wow, this is the shittest proposal ever.

- Marriage is a big step, Rocky.

I'm only 18.

I'm just not really ready.

- That was my gran's ring.

She'll kill me if I've lost the ring.

(lively rock music)

There's no ring in the donut.

You gave me the wrong donut.

♪ Well, life's not fair ♪

♪ Don't lose your hair ♪

♪ It's not nice stare ♪

♪ But it's not there ♪

♪ Let down your hair ♪

- It was in your donut.

- You've got the ring.

Okay.

Okay, that's good.

Don't marry me, Viva.

I'm such a wanker.

- Oh, Rocky, it was beautiful,

everything you did.

- It all went wrong, every single thing.

I'm just a big, dumb idiot.

Whatever you do, don't say yes.

- You're the kindest person I've ever met.

And I love you.

(popping loudly)

- That was the balloon with
"I love you" printed on it

that I was gonna give
you after you said yes,

but you aren't gonna say yes, are you?

- I am gonna say yes.

- Yes?

She said yes?

What the fuck?

(group cheering)

♪ People keep saying
that I'm doing it wrong ♪

♪ But I say it feels all right ♪

♪ I really do try, really
do try, really do try ♪

♪ There's a million things
that I could change ♪

♪ But maybe it's all right ♪

♪ 'Cause this is my life, this
is my life, this is my life ♪

♪ People keep saying
that I'm doing it wrong ♪