Your 10 inch heels stroll around the bar, want him to smell your cheap perfume trace? Pass by here and I'll leave you with a scar, across your lovely Mac painted face.
Not that I'm jealous but,
Your mascara speaks vile, your eyes flip & it's him you pick. Top that off with a smile, and I'll burn you on a stick.
Not that I'm jealous but,
Cracked nail polish & a drink, you point at him & linger. So much as think to toss a wink, honey I'll burn you & that finger.
Not that I'm jealous but,
You're playing with your hair, You're bending over more & more. You can show a bit more cleavage, And I can show you civil war.
Not that I'm jealous but,
A silly laugh and duck face smirks? seriously lady, Quit stirring up my bad side. You want him to like you? Those are "good girl" perks. Have a little dignity, Maybe some pride.