You can see the lies in those real big eyes Got the finger tattooed on her inner thigh She'll tell you to jump, she'll make you say, "How high" Want to have a good time, don't have to ask her twice Never let you win 'cause she can't lose And you haven't walked a mile unless it's in her shoes Everybody's got a friend like her You don't know Jack Shit till you're in her world She's a wild child, so incomplete Like a real bad song playing on repeat If your eyes are blue, hers are a little bluer If your car is new, hers is a little newer If there's a dude in the room She'll think he wants to screw her She's got no clue, no clue She likes to brag about her pedigree But she ain't nothing but a rich bitch wannabe She's loud and rude, when she downs a few She's dancing on the bar drunk and half nude You wanna be her friend, well, that all depends If you're broke as a joke or if you drive a Benz Everybody's got a friend like her You don't mean Jack Shit till you're in her world She's a wild child, so incomplete Like a real bad song playing on repeat Somebody take her home She hates to sleep alone She's an ex-prom queen Always looking for a scene By the way, that's a fake tattoo She's just jealous of you If your eyes are blue, hers are a little bluer She keeps dropping names Like someone really knew her And every dude in the room Thinks that she's a loser If your ride is cool Hers is a little cooler Every dude in the room Knows that she's a loser She's got no clue © TOSHA MUSIC; JEFF PENCE MUSIC; WB MUSIC CORP.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com