So Wrong
Girl so hot now,
Don't know how she's walking in the high heels now,
All the boys are stalking, picking up the scent now,
And she's wondering how she's gonna pay the rent now,
Checking out the young boys
Salivating as they circle round the steak hips,
Only letting one boy kiss her on the fake lips
As she's working out exactly how to play this.
Riding in a cab now,
All across the city, heading to his penthouse,
Sliding sticky fingers up her flanks,
As the lies easily sliver from her wet mouth.
Grinding in the hallway,
Hucking bra as they're falling through the doorway,
Pulling back she's stealing just enough time to say,
I believe a girl deserves a bit of foreplay.
It's nothing personal
All the users get used in the end
It's nothing personal
All the users get used in the end
It's nothing personal
All the users get used in the end
Pouring out the drinks now,
Keeps him talking, takes a bottle from her handbag,
Can't believe she's still relying on the same bag,
But at least she never had to wear a name tag.
Walking in the streets now,
Back across the city, pulling off her wig now,
As she drops his empty wallet in her black bag,
Step into the booth to call in for a black cab.
All the users get used in the end
All the users get used in the end
Don't know how she's walking in the high heels now,
All the boys are stalking, picking up the scent now,
And she's wondering how she's gonna pay the rent now,
Checking out the young boys
Salivating as they circle round the steak hips,
Only letting one boy kiss her on the fake lips
As she's working out exactly how to play this.
Riding in a cab now,
All across the city, heading to his penthouse,
Sliding sticky fingers up her flanks,
As the lies easily sliver from her wet mouth.
Grinding in the hallway,
Hucking bra as they're falling through the doorway,
Pulling back she's stealing just enough time to say,
I believe a girl deserves a bit of foreplay.
It's nothing personal
All the users get used in the end
It's nothing personal
All the users get used in the end
It's nothing personal
All the users get used in the end
Pouring out the drinks now,
Keeps him talking, takes a bottle from her handbag,
Can't believe she's still relying on the same bag,
But at least she never had to wear a name tag.
Walking in the streets now,
Back across the city, pulling off her wig now,
As she drops his empty wallet in her black bag,
Step into the booth to call in for a black cab.
All the users get used in the end
All the users get used in the end
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Oliver Eugene Midgley, Jack Christopher Allsopp
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