You're looking good in your new suit Tailor made from head to foot Laptop always on, you got it goin' on All the girls think that you're so cute
Honey, I can't be bought I'm not the girl that you thought I know what money can do But I still won't be loving you
Emailing me with poetry You brag about your humility IPod always on, you got it going on Like TV reality
Yeah, you act so cool But I know underneath it all You're just unsecure - who needs that? You ain't ever gonna get me now So give it up Take a number I don't need you here to set me up I don't wanna hold your hand
