She’s so sleek
So meek
But she’s always ‘busy this week’
She’s so sleek
She’s got dye
And thighs
But her jaw and neck don’t lie
That’s my girl
All her friends are hens
They never make amends
And she-e be-e-ends
She got breasts filling her dress
But her best is the rest
That’s my girl
She’s a b#tch
She’s a bulldozer
With no mercy for the trampled people
Sometimes a stone is bettеr left alone to be
But it doеsn’t matter to me
All her friends pretend
That they aren’t jealous of her
Oh so busy weekends
How she-e be-e-ends
Metres, YEAH!
Of personality
But none of it’s reality
f#ck it, doesn’t matter to me
f#ck it doesn’t matter to me
I’m a fan
She’s my plan
She’s got almost everything, damn
She’s a manmade killer
Something tells me she wants nothing more than cuddles
Not my style, but anything
If it’ll get me out of this rut
Will get me out
Get me out here
No friends
Split ends
And tells the truth just as her hens
Watch it be-e-end
She’s got love and individuality
She’s something worth keeping
Yes something
I guess she thought she mattered to me
(but she’s more than that)
She’s everything to me
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Fictioneers Lyrics – She’s Got Something