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