I met her on this shithole place At first I liked her pretty face She bought a drink with crystal ice starts chasing men with pick-up lines
Song goes just so fucking tragic wanting to be something erotic wanna be some kind of object for men And don't care if them losing themselves
No I don't know if I like your perfect style I don't think that I call on Monday You're so self-centered so damn ignorant Not my type, you're such a loser
She tries to converse with my eyes I thought one eye for this time later the night when i walked home I was glad i walked alone
The song goes just so fucking tragic wanting to be something erotic wanna be some kind of object for men And don't care if them losing themselves
No I don't know if I like your perfect style I don't think that I call on Monday You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style I don't think that I call on Monday You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style I don't think that I call on Monday You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style I don't think that I call on Monday You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style I don't think that I call on Monday You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style I don't think that I call on Monday You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style I don't think that I call on Monday You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant Not my type, you're such a loser