She's got the rhythm to the beat

The kind to make you move your feet

She thinks the only thing doesn’t is a reason to keep

Her eyes of the prize, baptized by the size that her ego coincides

Can you be a little more civil?

Yeah, your head's a little heavy

Got your bones a little brittle

Gotta be a little tough, to be a little too much

For the guy that tries to keep in touch

Just take your time, no need to rush

Tryin' to keep my head above the water so I don’t drown and stuff

Yeah, I wonder whatchu been thinkin' of

To keep kicking me down in the dirt and the dust

When I thought that I was just enough givin' love

Runnin' outta luck with the girl that I've been thinkin' of

She sure seems sure she's sure enough

She's got the lines and the hooks and the drop dead looks

If looks could kill, she’d probably be in jail

But never could she ever put the blame on herself

She’s got the world on the string, or so she seems to think

She's got me wrapped around her finger and she couldn’t care less for me

Well, I don't wanna be another outlet

For a girl who's got it all but doesn't give a shit

She’s got the world on a string, or so she seems to think

She's got me wrapped around her finer and she couldn't care less for me

I told you girl, you got it right

I think I might give it a chance if that's al-fuckin'-right

I think I'll spend the night if I can stay by your side

I thought things were fuckin' fine until you changed your fuckin' mind

So this goes out to the girls who think they ballin', ballin', ballin'

Gotta think it's a good fuckin way to keep the right boys from callin', callin', callin'

Fallin', fallin', fallin' for you

Open doors, hold your hand, breakin' all the laws for you

Breakin' both they knees just to take the fuckin' fall for you

Keep it up bitch, lose it faster than it got to you

Who put the pussy on the pedestal?

Yeah, I think you got it wrong baby

Yeah, your shit ain't made of gold

She's got the rhythm to the beat

The kind to make you move your feet

She thinks the only thing doesn't is a reason to keep

Her eyes of the prize, baptized by the size that her ego coincides

To keep kicking me down in the dirt and the dust

When I thought that I was just enough givin' love

If looks could kill, she'd probably be in jail

But never could she ever put the blame on herself

She's got the world on the string, or so she seems to think

She's got me wrapped around her finger and she couldn't care less for me

Well, I don't wanna be another outlet

For a girl who's got it all but doesn't give a shit

She's got the world on a string, or so she seems to think

She's got me wrapped around her finer and she couldn't care less for me

Who put the pussy on the pedestal?

Yeah, your shit ain't made of gold

Your shit ain't made of gold