I�ve seen the likes of you before

You know they look when you

Drop�� your�� book

I know that too

That trick you play

When you walk away

I made that shit up �� the other day

I see their greedy eyes

On your tan �� shaved� thighs

I know the feeling

Of catching them stealing

A�� corner glance

At your �� skin�� tight�� pants

But you can�t play that game with�� me

I wrote the rules

You use to tool behind that painted face

And �� miniskirt

Who�� knows how to �

�� Flirt

You�re still a goddamn fool

�� I may have roped him wrong

But he�s holding on

And will never look the other way

Towards sex appeal and �� cop�� a�� feel

Why you let them touch you

Is beyond me

Can�t you see you�re a disgrace?

Who they�ll easily replace

�� With �� another �� pair of

Do you really think that your number in their pocket

Means your name�s gonna

last?

I just had to ask