Trapped in her own despair
No one there to make her whole
She cries on top of her room
(How are you? Woof, woof-woof)
From drugs, she can't get enough
No love do her enough
No love do her enough (bye, bye!)
Bitch think she Marylin Monroe
She's just a lonely soul
Trapped in her own despair
No one there to make her wh—
She cries on top of her room
From drugs, she can't get enough
No love do her enough
No love do her enough
Bye, bye!
Bitch think she Marylin Monroe
She's just a lonely soul
Trapped in her own despair
No one there to make her whole
She cries on top of her room
From drugs, she can't get enough
No love do her enough
No love do her enough
Too many lies she's been told
She's so cute, she hot to the touch
Talk to her, you might get fucked
Talk to her, you might get fucked
Too many lies she's been told
She's so cute, she hot to the touch
Talk to her, you might get fucked
Talk to her, you might get fucked
Don't ask 'cause she is bold
One hand on you and you will fold
She is crazy, uncontrolled
I think I might get sold
Don't ask 'cause she is bold
One hand on you and you will fold
She is crazy, uncontrolled
I think I might get sold
