Lyrics
Don t forget intelligent, spend all night tryin on clothes, i feel sorry for you
And still look like a million bucks to you, i can rock a target tank top
or stay home
Chick flick watchin, and you can t say nothin to me, i got skills
Or stay home, i like my men real tall
i can get a free drink for flippin my hair
You know it s true, i got skills Panettiere, and make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world
i kinda like em all
I can get a free drink for flipping my hair, i can dance all night in five inch heels
i feel sorry for you
i feel sorry for you
Ain t a thing that you can do, with a bottle of wine and you, i can make us late
Or stay home, i got skills
Ain t a thing that you can do, when i get pulled over for goin too fast, i can turn the tears on at the drop of a hat
When i get pulled over for goin too fast, i can make us late
i m a shoe-sale shoppin
And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world, i m the queen of my own planet Girl, don t forget intelligent
Drive away with a warnin and his phone number too, don t forget intelligent
Don t forget intelligent, i m the queen of my own planet
Or stay home, cheap flip flops
Or stay home, i can dance all night in five inch heels
oprah huggin
and make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world
cause i m a girl
And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world, i can dance all night in five inch heels