Dirty magazine, sticky centrepiece
Cherry-pickin'-pin-up, wet dream desire
Tell us who to be
Call it liberty
No surprise, you're a mother-f*ckin' liar
Tried to be somebody else just for you
All that it did was just take all my youth
Too pretty
Too ugly
Too skinny
Too slutty
No money
Not funny
You don't know a thing about
Girls, girls, girls
(You don't know a thing about)
Girls, girls, girls
(You don't know a thing about)
Not your fantasy, are you mad at me?
Try to look away, so I poke the fire
If the drinks are free, get the Hennessey
I don't wanna f*ck, so call me a liar
Props on a silver screen
Don't pretend that you know what I mean
Too pretty
Too ugly
Too skinny
Too slutty
No money
Not funny
You still don't know dick about
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls
You don't know a thing about
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Miedo
Es lo que yo ya no tengo
Puedo
I do what I want y lo obtengo
F*ck you, f*ck you por dos
Don't talk about me and my
Oh honey, did I take it too far?
Am I bleeding enough?
You don't know a thing about
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls
You don't know a thing about
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls
You don't know a thing about
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls
(You don't know a thing about)
Girls (girls), girls (girls), girls
You don't know a thing about-