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She's got the rhythm to the beatThe kind to make you move your feetShe thinks the only thing doesn't is a reason to keepHer eyes of the prize, baptized by the size that her ego coincidesCan you be a little more civil?Yeah, your head's a little heavyGot your bones a little brittleGotta be a little tough, to be a little too much For the guy that tries to keep in touchJust take your time, no need to rushTryin' to keep my head above the water so I don't drown and stuffYeah, I wonder whatchu been thinkin' ofTo keep kicking me down in the dirt and the dustWhen I thought that I was just enough givin' loveRunnin' outta luck with the girl that I've been thinkin' ofShe sure seems sure she's sure enoughShe's got the lines and the hooks and the drop dead looksIf looks could kill, she'd probably be in jailBut never could she ever put the blame on herselfShe's got the world on the string, or so she seems to thinkShe's got me wrapped around her finger and she couldn't care less for meWell, I don't wanna be another outletLetras de cancionesFor a girl who's got it all but doesn't give a shitShe's got the world on a string, or so she seems to thinkShe's got me wrapped around her finer and she couldn't care less for meI told you girl, you got it rightI think I might give it a chance if that's al-fuckin'-rightI think I'll spend the night if I can stay by your sideI thought things were fuckin' fine until you changed your fuckin' mindSo this goes out to the girls who think they ballin', ballin', ballin' Gotta think it's a good fuckin way to keep the right boys from callin', callin', callin'Fallin', fallin', fallin' for youOpen doors, hold your hand, breakin' all the laws for you Breakin' both they knees just to take the fuckin' fall for you Keep it up bitch, lose it faster than it got to you Who put the pussy on the pedestal? Yeah, I think you got it wrong babyYeah, your shit ain't made of goldShe's got the rhythm to the beatThe kind to make you move your feetShe thinks the only thing doesn't is a reason to keepHer eyes of the prize, baptized by the size that her ego coincidesTo keep kicking me down in the dirt and the dustWhen I thought that I was just enough givin' loveIf looks could kill, she'd probably be in jailBut never could she ever put the blame on herselfShe's got the world on the string, or so she seems to thinkShe's got me wrapped around her finger and she couldn't care less for meWell, I don't wanna be another outletFor a girl who's got it all but doesn't give a shitShe's got the world on a string, or so she seems to thinkShe's got me wrapped around her finer and she couldn't care less for meWho put the pussy on the pedestal? Yeah, your shit ain't made of goldYour shit ain't made of gold From Letras Mania