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My Regards Explicit

by Maisie Peters
mapped by melonmystery
submitted 5 Aug 2026 · updated 3 Oct 2026
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#1
30 Aug 2026
Total score66,765
Completion69.45%
Accuracy59.05%
Max combo111x
Great1073
Ok164
Meh111
Miss593
Typos201
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Rank Grade Completion Score Accuracy Player Combo Great Ok Meh Miss Typos Date Mods Replay
#1 D 69.45% 66,765 59.05% United Kingdom melonmystery 111x 1073 164 111 593 201 30 Aug 2026

Lyrics

Girl gone reckless, this love's got me possessive Like if you lay a hand on him, we're both getting arrested scuse me, sorry, his kisses make me cocky Call me Kevin Costner the way I'm guarding his body I really sympathise, I do, I do If I saw him in this light, I'd want him too But the problem is he's mine, and it's headline news He took me off the market, and I took him to the moon God bless all of those other eyes They can look, but they can't ever touch Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s And he's skipping my heart, Double Dutch Tell the rest of the world that he's with me The only air that he'll breathe's my perfume Send the boys and the girls of the city Best of luck, my regards from his bedroom "Ride or die," I said it, and I meant it If he jumps, I'm jumping, no coming back for our senses His hand in mine, his initials in my necklace Any man or woman who wants him, I'll have for breakfast I really sympathise, I do, I do If I saw him in this light, I'd want him too But the problem is he's mine and I am his He took me off the market, so I took him to The Ritz God bless all of those other eyes They can look, but they can't ever touch Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s And he's skipping my heart, Double Dutch Tell the rest of the world that he's with me The only air that he'll breathe's my perfume Send the boys and the girls of the city Best of luck, my regards from his bedroom From his bedroom, from his bedroom Now my address is his mattress in his bedroom From these white sheets, I got the best view And everybody's calling me But my phone don't work, and his phone don't work, and his God bless all of those other eyes They can look, but they can't ever touch Now I'm sewing his name in my 509s And he's skipping my heart, Double Dutch Tell the rest of the world that he's with me The only air that he'll breathe's my perfume Send the boys and the girls of the city Best of luck, my regards from his bedroom From his bedroom, from his bedroom And everybody's calling me But my phone don't work, and his phone don't work, and his

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