GIRLSGIRL

I guess I’m not a girls girl

I’m just your girl’s girl

Two days turned two years

The hell am I still doing here?

Oh, when you pull her near

Tell me is your conscience cleared?

Hunt me down so cavalier

My pages that you dog eared

If she’s everything you want

The hell are you still doing here?

Your tactics so creative, way you disguise your location

I’m not bothered, I’m elated

Yeah I get it’s complicated

I bet you’re feeling nervous

Will I leak our Secret Service?

Didn’t mean to upset her, I’m just such a go-get-her

I guess I’m not a girls girl

I’m just your girl’s girl

My mama raised me better, but I love her scarlet letter

Oh, girls girl, I’m just your girl’s girl.

You pick her up from the bar I was tangled in her arms

I’m not proud, not allowed, with her sweet talk in my mouth

So I guess I’m not a girls girl

I’m just your girl’s girl

(I’m just your girl’s girl)

So charming and damaged

die for that late night romancing

I mean you’re perfect, so with it

she’ll understand why I did it

did I mend your great depression?

get you higher than heaven?

gold plated, triple sevens

where’s your girl tonight? Just checking!

I guess I’m not a girls girl

I’m just your girl’s girl

(Didn’t mean to upset her, I’m just such a go-get-her)

My mama raised me better, but I love her scarlet letter

Oh, girls girl, I’m just your girls girl

You call her up, let it ring and I’ll be done in a minute

I’m not proud, not allowed with my uh in her mouth

So I guess I’m not a girls girl, I’m just your girl’s girl

It’s nice to have all these options, but that’s not really my problem

All this truth that you bend, you just really needed a friend (ha ha ha ha ha ha)

I thought you thought of me better, baby

I thought better of you, oh

You love the game, checkmate, sorry she found out this way.

I guess I’m not a girls girl

I’m just your girl’s girl

(This ain’t our first rodeo, you didn’t but by now you know)

My mama raised me better, but I love her scarlet letter

Oh, girls girl, I’m just your girl’s girl

You pick her up from the bar

I was tangled in her arms

I’m not proud, not allowed

with her sweet talk in my mouth

So I guess I’m not a girls girl

I’m just your girl’s girl

You call her up, let it ring and I’ll be done in a minute

I’m not proud, not allowed with my uh in her mouth

Pick her up from the bar, I was tangled in her arms

I’m not proud, not allowed with her sweet talk in my mouth

Do you hate being your girl’s girl like I hate being your girl’s girl?

Do you hate being your girl’s girl like I hate being your girl’s girl?

Do you hate being your girl’s girl like I hate being your girl’s girl?