She’s as simple as it gets,
no need to stress.
she’s the kind of girl that never keeps you waiting,
always re-applying red lipstick,
she might as well be plastic.
She’s got something that i cant figure out,
she’s got you wrapped around her finger,
hypnotizing you with her deadly ways.
Baby, if she’s got you then I want whatever she’s got.
I want them tight ripped blue jeans ,
red lipstick on a saturday night,
I’ll be doing anything to make you see,
I want whatever she’s got.