Blondie

He said
Hey Blondie, what you lookin at? Lookin at me?
Oh my, you're the socialite, socialize!
Damn, look at those eyes, those lips, those teeth
Lucky me, I think I found myself a prize

In my itty-bitty dress, real tight in the hips
Never do it for the money, always do it for the tips
Kiss kiss, (like my) lips? Let them blow you away
Cause baby heavens falling down, I need a place to stay
I'm gonna sell what they want and run and hide the rest
Cause I take scissors to my guts but fuck I'm so well-dressed
They're impressed, with their grabby advances on my chest
Smile wide, you're the socialite, socialize!

Hey Blondie, what you lookin at? Lookin at me?
Oh my, you're the socialite, socialize!
Damn, look at those eyes, those lips, those teeth
Lucky me, I think I found myself a prize

Do you think I'm pretty in the face
Do you like the way my fingers crawl all on your little waist
Fantasize heavy bout the chase, case closed with a lie
You might be dumber than I, but you're the socialite, socialize!
Cry in the ride, they'll never be on your side
Unless there's sugar in the question, then you're so impressive
You're a star, and you are
They all just crawl on their chests because you're better than best

Hey Blondie, what you lookin at? Lookin at me?
Oh my, you're the socialite, socialize!
Damn, look at those eyes, those lips, those teeth
Lucky me, I think I found myself a prize

Hey Blondie, what you lookin at? Lookin at me?
Oh my, you're the socialite, socialize!
Damn, look at those eyes, those lips, those teeth
Lucky me, I think I found myself a prize

Hey Blondie, what you lookin at? Lookin at me?
Oh my, you're the socialite, socialize!
Damn, look at those eyes, those lips, those teeth
Lucky me, I found myself a prize



Credits
Writer(s): Hanna Attridge
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