Your say your just a winner
Well baby things don't turn out right
The last time I saw you smiling was when we parted that night
Your the final straw on the fire
Your burnt the hell back down
And if you want a lover
Well baby just turn around
You can just go home
I am not your little bitch
You are so alone
Your a prisoner with an itch
And I could care less
Cuz you such a bitch
You cry to me on the phone
Well baby I could care less
You should have known
I don't care about your dress
You should just hang up
Cuz your so stupid and depressed
You can just go home
I am not your little bitch
You are so alone
Your a prisoner with an itch
And I could care less
Cuz you such a bitch