I'm in the front seat (uh-huh)
And you're driving real fast
I'm in a short skirt
With my feet on the dash
My baby gets real anxious
When I'm sittin' like that
'Cause all he thinks about
Is what my bones will do when we crash
Couldn't keep the road on his eyes (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Headed 80 to the face of a semi (woo)
Kinda funny watchin' both of us die (RIP, baby)
But I don't think I mind (yeah)
'Cause I look good
What's so wrong with that? (What, what, what, what)
If you could, then you would
'Cause I look good
What's so wrong with that? (What, what, what)
I look good
If you could, then you would
I look good (damn son, where did you f–)
Mama always told me I was born to be a star (oh, yeah)
I'm plastered on the front page, and the windows of his car (ooh, yeah)
Ashes, ashes
I'm so hot, it's tragic (uh-huh)
Love the attention, sittin' inside an open casket
I can't help but worry sometimes (oh, yeah?)
Did I really ever feel that alive? (Woo)
Doesn't matter 'cause I died in my prime
So I don't think I mind (okay, that's right)
(Okay, let's go)
'Cause I look good
What's so wrong with that? (What, what, what)
If you could, then you would
'Cause I look good (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
What's so wrong with that?
I look good
If you could, then you would
I look good
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh (ooh, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
I looked down on you for a while
But now I'm looking up
From the bottom of the pile (ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah)
From the bottom of the pile (ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah)
