Scared of being pretty Room is dirty, mind is filthy My dress curves clearly At the waist I don't curve my appetite My dress curves clearly At the waist Only to stare and wonder How you'd sound in bed Your mama says I'm lazy I'm no lady, just blood-thirsty I make my drinks Bitter and mean So you'll puke on her daisies, baby I like my boys bitter and mean Only to stare and wonder How you'd sound in bed