You call me bro.
But you don’t know.
That’s a weird way to flirt.
IF I’M YOUR BRO,
YOU’RE REALLY BAD AT BEING STRAIGHT.
You call me bro... but you don’t know... That’s a weird way to flirt.
You needed a spot for one set now you text me when you train I pretend to check my calendar like I’m not already on my way Trained chest yesterday but you’re training chest today So I’m back under that bar like I didn’t need a break Every muscle in your arms tightens as you lower the weight Your T-shirt lifts above your shorts I can’t make myself look away One nipple peeking out of your tank and I’m forgetting how to act Got me looking forward to Mondays that’s how bad it’s getting...
You call me bro but you don’t know You call me bro but you don’t know (Don’t know) Like I don’t want you... but that ain’t true Boy, if you knew how bad I want you
Bro... That’s a weird way to flirt
Now we’re changing side by side I’m trying to look relaxed Like I haven’t spent the whole damn week imagining exactly that Then you hand me your phone now I’m taking progress pics First one came out perfect took another four Then we’re talking in the showers I’m busy counting tiles Boy, if you only knew what we get up to in my dreams I hope nobody notices fuck, I hope they all do Let them catch me staring if it gets it through to you
You call me bro but you don’t know You call me bro but you don’t know (Don’t know) Like I don’t want you... but that ain’t true Boy, if you knew how bad I want you
Bro... That’s a weird way to flirt
If I’m your bro you’re really bad at being straight Anyway... See you in the locker room... Bro.
You call me bro but you don’t know You call me bro but you don’t know (Don’t know) Like I don’t want you but that ain’t true (Ain’t true) Boy, if you knew how bad I want you You call me bro but you don’t know Bro... That’s a weird way to flirt
You call me bro but you don’t know Bro...