Текст песни Dying Breed - Marc E. Bassy

Yeah, yeah
Fuck, fuck

I like what you look like in the morning (in the morning, yeah)
After we were out the whole night (whole night)
Picture perfect fine for the photos (photo fine, babe)
You real, you are really my type, uh
I like when we put our fucking phones away
Stare each other down in my room
Yeah, they don't need to know about the games we play
Nobody compares to you, yeah

Baby don't try to be, anyone else for me
Oh, they don't make 'em like you
You're the last of a dying breed
Don't try to be, anyone else for me
Oh, they don't make 'em like you
You're the last, last of a dying breed, baby
Last of a dying breed, baby
Last of a dying breed, baby

Runny mascara night terror
Break into my mind all day
Feel just like I'm talking to the mirror
Every time you look my way
I like when we put the fucking past away
Stories got way too old
You're making me feel like I was a castaway
Coming inside from the cold

Baby don't try to be, anyone else for me
Oh, they don't make 'em like you
You're the last of a dying breed
Don't try to be, anyone else for me
Oh, they don't make 'em like you
You're the last, last of a dying breed, baby
Last of a dying breed, baby
Last of a dying breed, baby