You’ve got a pair that could go on for miles, but you mistake your legs for lips. Girl, you know just how to drive me wild, but you’re messing with my head and driving me insane instead.
Who do you think you are?
You think that you’re a star.
Your curves have gone straight to your head
You’re happiest when you are leading me to bed
It doesn’t matter what you say
It doesn’t matter how you say it
From every angle in this room, you look like you know how to play it
You give and take so well I’d swear you were a professional
But I’ve got a lesson for you and it’s called the confessional
So get down on your knees like you know so well (like you’ve done so many times before)
I wanna hear you loud and clear when you tell me you’re a whore.
You lie and say that you’re in love
When all you are is intoxicated from their stares (and their attention)
How far’d you think that you could get
Without me finding out and ending it (catching you in the act of betrayal)
Run away, go cry to another man
Let him hold you in his arms, so strong
Then when the crying’s over
Be prepared for a brand new storm.