Lyric

Good god… again?

Not my type… not my type…

Why you got me like this…

Terra, Luna

Venus, Mars

Tell me baby, is it in the stars?

Terra, Luna

Venus, Mars

I can’t defy what you are

Calm on the surface, lipstick steady

But I’m shaking when you get too close

You’re not my usual, not my checklist

Still my heart goes “don’t say no”

I like my boys clean, soft, aesthetic

You’re all rough edges, midnight smoke

You walk in like a bad idea

And I’m already losing control

I read my chart like “stay away”

But the sky keeps pulling me your way

My friends say “girl, he ain’t your lane”

Then why my body loves your bass?

You’re not my type, but you feel like fate

I don’t even like this taste

But I want it, want it anyway

Pressed, not obsessed, just drawn to your flame

Tell me, tell me, is it in the stars?

Turning off… or pressing start?

I can’t defy the stars

Not my type… not my type…

Why am I like this?

Uh, mmm… yeah…

Can’t fight… can’t fight…

Catch me, ditch me, I’m a paradox

Hopeless romantic in a mirrorbox

You don’t speak poetry—just raw honest

And somehow that’s my kryptonite

I try to leave, but the groove comes back

Your laugh hits hard like a synth attack

And every “no” I practiced all week

Turns into “maybe” when you look at me

I hate that I like it—

I hate that I need it—

This blissful ignorance keeps me breathing—

Sun says “risk it”, moon says “run”

Rising warns “you’ll come undone”

Venus screams “he’s not your style”

Mars goes “kiss him… for a while”

Terra… Luna…

Venus… Mars…

I can’t defy the stars…

You’re not my type, but you feel like fate

I don’t even like this taste

But I want it, want it anyway

No logic left, just light and waves

Tell me, tell me, is it in the stars?

Turning off… or pressing start?

I can’t defy the stars

Not my type…

But it’s written…

In the stars…