just a heartbroke bitch, high heels, six inch, in the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne
i don't trust any of these bitches i'm with, in the back of the taxi, sniffin' cocaine
if i treat people kindly, they call me an adeptus. and if i put them in their place, they call me a witch. but the one thing you will never hear them call me is human.
bet you're thinking, "she's so cool"
kicking back on your couch, making eyes from across the room
wait, I think I've been there too
she looks nothing like me, so why do you look so happy?
now I think I get the cause of it
you were holding out to find the opposite

