Miss america
She drinks a coffee she thinks all is fine
She's been for hours
Getting high on caffeine and cherry wine
I bet her boyfriend
He's got tattooed shoulders from when doing time
He's all or nothing he says
Got to get my woman off of the detour sign
My god you're really hooked on that stuff
Ain't you ever had enough
How am i supposed to call your bluff
When you're out on a limb
You like handcuffs
You're borderline
Miss venezuela
Short a quarter but she's long a dime
She gets her money off of
My breakfast table ans it suits me fine
She got no boyfriend
Got no shoulder tattoo got no doing time
She's had a baby she says
It's such a laugh i'm getting used to him crying
