IntroVerse 1I Don't Bring You UpIn Most ConversationsIt's Too Complicated For Me To Explain ItWe're Somewhere Between Love And A "You Up" SituationI Try To Keep That Kinda Thing On A Need-To-Know BasisYou're Just A Nickname To Most Of My FriendsMy Mom And My Dad Don't Know You Exist ButChorusYou're Famous To FrancesI Tell Her About YouOn Every Other Wednesday 2:30PmI Sit On Her Couch And We Talk Through The Hard TruthIn That Corner Office Right Off Of West EndShe Thinks You're The WorstAnd I Hate To AdmitThat I Still Kinda Think You're The BestBut We're Workin' On It(Famous To Frances)(Famous To Frances)(Famous To Frances)Verse 2She Looks Up From Her NotepadSays I Need BoundariesBut When It Comes To UsGuess I Don't Know What That MeansWe Go 'Round In Circles AndWalk Out With A PlanBut She Knows The Next TimeI'm Sayin' The Same Thing All Over Again YeahChorusYou're Famous To FrancesI Tell Her About YouOn Every Other Wednesday 2:30PmI Sit On Her Couch And We Talk Through The Hard TruthIn That Corner Office Right Off Of West EndShe Thinks You're The WorstAnd I Hate To AdmitThat I Still Kinda Think You're The BestBut We're Workin' On ItYeah, We're Workin' On ItBridgeYeah, You're Just A Nickname To Most Of My FriendsMy Mom And My Dad Don't Know You Exist ButChorusYou're Famous To FrancesI Tell Her About YouOn Every Other Wednesday 2:30PmI Sit On Her Couch And We Talk Through The Hard TruthIn That Corner Office Right Off Of West EndShe Thinks You're The WorstAnd I Hate To AdmitThat I Still Kinda Think You're The BestBut We're Workin' On ItWe're Workin' On ItN.c.We're Workin' On It
