Letras
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)