Lyrics

Dirty magazine, sticky centerpiece Cherry-pickin' pin-up, wet dream desire Tell us who to be, call it "Liberty" No surprise, you're a motherfuckin' 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? (No) Tried to look away, so I poke the fire If the drinks are free, get the Hennessy I don't wanna fuck, 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 thing about 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 do what I want y lo obtengo Fuck you, fuck you por dos, don't talk about me and my (girls) 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 (you don't know), girls (a thing about) Girls (you don't know a thing about) Girls (you don't know), girls (a thing about) Girls (you don't know a thing about)
Writer(s): Bonnie Fraser, Stevie Knight Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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