Well, I like these things you can buy with money
On a day that's wrong, but a day that's sunny
Pick it up with my hands, put it out on sale
They can't do it like me-e-e, can't do it like me
When it's all going up like a burning fever
My feet on the ground like a super feeler, yeah
And I don't know much, but I know this one thing

They can't do it like me-e-e
Can't do it like me, yeah

I crave a real connection
I like to turn the page
With my hands and my nails
That match my summer shade
Some call that superficial
To wanna touch the cover
But I'm a material lover, yeah
A material lover, mm

When I step outside and I see what's happening
It's not fair, not fair, not fair, it's a pattern
When I go too far, but come back quickly

They can't do it like me-e-e
Can't do it like, they can't do it like me

I crave a real connection
I like to turn the page
With my hands and my nails
That match my summer shade
Some call that superficial
To wanna touch the cover
But I'm a material lover, yeah
A material lover

I want a real thing now, mm
I want a real thing now
I do, I do, I do-o-o-o
Material lover, yeah

Ooh, do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Oh-oh-oh
Materi-eria-al, say it when you don't want
I could give a real thing to you, oh
Materi-eria-al, say that you want more
I could give a real thing to you, oh

(Oh my god) Writer/s: Michael Ross Pollack, Omer Fedi, Sienna Spiro
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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