Racer

I met her on this shithole place
At first I liked her pretty face
She bought a drink with crystal ice
Starts chasing men with pick-up lines
Song goes just so fucking tragic
wanted to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them losing themselves
No
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on monday
You're so selfcentered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
She tries to converse my eyes
I thought one eye for this time
later that night when i walked home
I was glad i walked alone
The song goes just so fucking tragic
waiting to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them losing themselves
No
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on monday
You're so selfcentered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on monday
You're so selfcentered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on monday
You're so selfcentered, so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
The song goes just so fucking tragic
waiting to be something erotic
wanna be some kind of object for men
And don't care if them losing themselves
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser
I don't know if I like your perfect style
I don't think that I call on monday
You're so selfcentered so damn ignorant
Not my type, you're such a loser