I like a girl with caked up makeup In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand Bites and scratches the blinds. But I ain't found one quite right yet So I step with pep to the park or supermarket Her apartment best be messy Alisa don't mind when I call her Leslie. She's gotta dress with class And Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag And four inch tips made of ostrich Sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip. Won't say sorry when she offends She comes over to my place in her old man's Benz In gold and silver and jewels of all colors And she doesn't take them off when we're tearing up the covers. Come on and get it before I change my mind Come on kid, don't waste my time So rich, so pretty The best piece of ass in the whole damn city So rich, so pretty. I like a girl who eats and brings it up A sassy little frassy with bulimia Her best friend's a plastic surgeon And when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz.
I like a girl with caked up makeup. In the sunshine, smoking cigarettes to pass the time. Who wakes up to a bottle of wine On the nightstand, bites and scratches the blinds. But i ain't found one quite right yet. So I step with pep to the park or supermarket it. Her apartment best be messy.