She's the kind of girl that everybody wants until they have one
Every head turns when she goes walking by
She's never earned a dime, bet your bottom dollar she can spend some
Heaven help you if you ever look into her eyes
She collects hearts like fireflies in a jar
She'll pick you up just to knock you to your knees
She'll run away but she's never very far
And she sleeps on a bed made from bones of her enemies
She's the kind of gal gives ya hell when your jeans are dingy
Her shitty attitude takes up all the patience left within me
Every sweet thing that she sees turns her green with envy
And she sleeps on a bed made from bones of her enemies
She collects hearts like fireflies in a jar
She'll pick you up just to knock you to your knees
She'll run away but she's never very far
And she sleeps on a bed made from bones of her enemies
Your infatuation gets her heart a palpitatin' for a chance manipulation your financial situation can't keep up with the inflation of the new administration, complete annihilation she's yours, congratulations
She collects hearts like fireflies in a jar
She'll pick you up just to knock you to your knees
She'll run away but she's never very far
And she sleeps on a bed made from bones of her enemies
Sleeps on a bed made from bones of her enemies
Sleeps on a bed made from bones of her enemies
WRITERS
Henry Tucker, Sara Davies, Wayne Hector, James Murray, Mustafa Omer, Tom Mann, JACK PATTERSON, Anne Marie Nicholson