Lyrics
I raise my arms to you with love and wait for you to lift me up
Oh, it's such a sacred feeling like being touched from above
Oh, a voice from heaven told me, "Go in peace, your time will come"
The choir of angels sing, thinking it was you, but-
Bitch like me (like me)
Can't afford (lil' bitch)
Hot, rich, mean
Regina George (you think that's-)
Men don't change, spare me the drama
Not enough inches, not enough commas
Spit on your face, get down on all fours
Like who the fuck do you take me for?
Oh, it's such a sacred feeling like being touched from above
The choir of angels sing, thinking it was you, but-
Pink salt on my margarita
Flip a little pink butt 'cause I don't need ya
Post-breakup sex, the more the merrier
H-h-hot singles in your area
Strut my shit, I'm a fashionista
Got three more deals like I'm Mama Mia
Scene Queen on the scene, it's pink hysteria
H-h-hot singles in your area
Bitch like me
Can't afford
Hot, rich, mean (so hot)
Regina George
Can't trust a man or it's trust fund
If you're not self-made, you're a fucking scrub
If you want nudes, go check the hub
You can't commit, catch this dial-up
If you're looking for a good time, call 1-800-DUMP-HIM
Pink salt on my margarita
Flip a little pink butt 'cause I don't need ya
Post-breakup sex, the more the merrier
H-h-hot singles in your area
Strut my shit, I'm a fashionista
Got three more deals like I'm Mama Mia
Scene Queen on the scene, it's pink hysteria
H-h-hot singles in your area
H-h-hot singles in your area