What's Not to Like

Heavy is the heart that wants to be a famous face Sucking all the air 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'm 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 you Let Luther tell ya my name is Elba "Sayonara", 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'm not your cup of tea Look at yourself (self, self, self, self) (Self, self, self, self) (Self, self, self, self) (Self, self, self, self, self) Woo Alright everyone, settle down I'll tell you what's not to like about us Take it away, 'Dris Yes Um, um Imagine life without us, I mean it Ah, Oli I bet you can't really Um, Louis? Yeah, I'm sure there's a few things La, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la What's not to like about me? I'm a lover, not a fighter sort of thing (can't you see?) Imagine life without me Don't stir me up 'cause I'm not your cup of tea Look at yourself Look at yourself Look at yourself, self, self, self, self