I met her on this shithole place
At first I liked her pretty face
She bought a drink with crystal ice
Starts chasing men with pick up lines
Song goes just so fucking tragic
Wanted to be something erotic
Wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them losing themselves
No, I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self centered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
She tries to converse my eyes
I thought one eye for this time
Later that night when I walked home
I was glad I walked alone
Song goes just so fucking tragic
Wanted to be something erotic
Wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them losing themselves
No, I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self centered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self centered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self centered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
The song goes just so fucking tragic
Waiting to be something erotic
Wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them losing themselves
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self centered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self centered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self centered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser