I met her on this shithole place
At first I liked her pretty face
She bought a drink with crystal ice
starts chasing men with pick-up lines

Song goes just so fucking tragic
wanting to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them losing themselves

No
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so self-centered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser

She tries to converse with my eyes
I thought one eye for this time
later the night when i walked home
I was glad i walked alone

The song goes just so fucking tragic
wanting to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them losing themselves

No
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser

I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser

I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser

I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser

I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser

I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser

I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on Monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser

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                          Thanks to Linnea for these lyrics

                          Thanks to Caryn for these lyrics