I'm not the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
Or the kind of gal that you love and you smother

I'm not a girl who you kiss on the cheek
And when you speak, my knees won't grow weak

I'm the type of girl that you watch **** with
A nasty ***** who will make your heart sick

I'm the kinda girl who you **** and you pound
Who smiles so sickly as her clothes hit the ground