I need a car and a house and a phone And some new shoes sewn by an eight year old I need a tan and a dance and a song And a handsome man to impress my mom I need a break and a pat on the back And a steak and a bath and a yoga class With a frozen daq and an ounce of weed Bitch what don’t I need I need a pet and a fence or a cage A gym membership and a Mexican maid I need a look and a style and a trend And a large print book with a happy end I need a kiss and a reason to laugh Big tits, bit of cash, bees in the trap And a freaking map to navigate these streets Bitch what don’t I need
I need a note and a call or a text And a priest to confess and a Sunday dress I need to sweat to drink and fight Do enough drugs til I’m not thinking right I need a bass and a kick and a snare And a smile on my face as I’m facing the mirror Make a pile of mistakes at a breakneck speed Bitch what don’t I need I need a light and a breeze from the south And a checking account with a decent amount I need to fuck, to argue and fuss Better man up quick and grow a pair of nuts I need a job and a boss and a roof I need a God and a cross and the proof I need to watch the news for a shooting spree Bitch what don’t I need
A chemical peel, cinnamon chex, a way to escape my imminent death A sensible meal, a night full of dinner and sex Some new chandon, a sectional couch, my ex-BFs all checking me out A cute rom com and a hour of professional help A bachelor pad, a trip to the coast, a mistress sucking my dick on a boat A master plan and a hit list of people I loathe Some vacant space, a week-long cleanse, permission to speak up and squeeze on in A razor blade and all ten seasons of friendsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
