With a belt for a skirt,
Fishnets ripped to perfection,
She's not trying to turn heads,
Just trying to improve her own reflection.
She's feeling so hated,
Can't walk the streets out of fear,
Someone might come and find her,
She's got to hide away her tears.
You'll never fucking get to me,
I can hold my head up high.
I'm whatever I want to be,
It may not be perfect but this is my life.
It somehow makes me a whore,
Because my skirt is so short.
It somehow makes me a slut,
Because I'll never be enough.
You're so damn lame,
I've heard it all before,
Oh fuck, I'm a whore AGAIN?
Come up with something new.
The source of your anger must be jealousy,
Because I'm everything you're not.
I might not be pretty,
But you really think you're hot?
How come he loves me,
If I'm such an ugly cow,
How come he kisses me,
His tongue on my mouth.
And you're so alone.
To please you,
I'll tease him,
I'll be his girl,
And you can be alone. |
