Jun 17, 2016
And you don't do it for the man, men never notice You just do it for yourself you're the fucking coldest Intelligent too ooh you're my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a little class like half days And the confidence to overlook my past ways Time heals all, and heels hurt to walk in But they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in And look I really think that nobody does it better I love the way you put it together