And she's got the, pretty face

With the devil in her look, and the

Skinny waist, but she caught

Me like hook, and the

Mini spade, tattooed

On her like a book, and a

Busy day got me little shook

I guess I can never admit

That I have a type yeah

I can never be sure

That you'll be my wife yeah

But only you can cut the strings

With the knife yeah

I'll try, I'll try I'll try

You have something

That can make me

Uncertain as hell, oh

You have something special on you

Well I can tell

That she's got the

Pretty face with the devil

In her look, and the

Skinny waist

But she caught me like hook, and the

Mini spade

Tattooed on her like a book, and a

Busy day got me little shook

And she's got the blue eyes

And she looks like she's wise

With cute smile

But she feeds me

With her cute lies

Cool guys in her dms

And than she cries

Fool's prize

She is giving up on her life

She's got the

Pure soul, the toxicity inside

Cool joke and she's got

The pervert thoughts in her mind

She smokes, cigarettes mixed

With some weed kind

High hopes and some daddy

Issues but I'll be blind

Tattoos on her neck

Got me feeling insecure yeah

Black ink on her back

Got me feeling like a prisoner

Signals on the track

Got me feeling insecure

She's tearing me apart

I feel like fucking prisoner

And she's got the

Pretty face with the devil

In her look, and the

Skinny waist

But she caught me

Like hook, and the

Mini spade, tattooed

On her like a book, and a

Busy day got me little shook

And she's got the blue eyes

And she looks like she's wise

With cute smile

But she feeds me

With her cute lies

Cool guys in her dms

And than she cries

Fool's prize

She is giving up on her life