Why don't you lose the crown Cuz you're not a princess You wear skin tight jeans Not some pink dress You drive daddy's car No ones impressed Your purse is Prada We couldn't care less I know that you're not that old But life doesn't come with a hand to hold This town loves to fill your head Your talents come straight from your bed It's so damn hard That's what she said (That's what she said) Your boyfriend sits home Talking deep shit He tells his boys All of your secrets While you're at home On facebook creepin' He rails this new chick All damn weekend This town loves to fill your head Your talents come straight from your bed It's so damn hard That's what she said (That's what she said) OH MY GOD! Did you see her hair? And what about that top? I could have thrown up! She sleeps with everything that walks! No one seems to care at all About your late night gossip call Your friends can't seem to get enough They will never get enough