Do I look like a s*ut?
Uh-huh
Shut up
You know, I don't understand why everyone keeps calling us s*uts
Me neither, I'm a good girl
Yeah, me too
Hell, I just went to church the other day
Here's a story about the boys of the alter
Some of them got between me and my halter
But I don't think the Good Lord would mind
I was calling his name the whole time
Sometimes I get a little drunk
And I go home with some crazy punks
But don't judge me by what I do
Cause baby you know you want to hit it too
sh**, you know they all want to hit it
Yeah, they're just talkin' sh** cause they want it
You know, maybe it's these outfits we wear, I mean, I can see your b**bies
sh** my stylist is on a budget, he's just trying to save some fabric
It really doesn't matter, I'm just gonna end up taking it off anyway
So what if I'm a little nudie?
It don't mean you're gonna get some booty
Baby I just want to shake it
It took mama nine months to make it
My daisy dukes they fit just right
They squeeze my coochie really tight
So that when I shake and dance
There's a party in my pants
sh**, I like your daisy dukes, I think they're real cla**y
Do I look like a s*ut?
Is it the way I move my bu*t?
Is it the way my clothes are cut?
I like to do it, and what?
Do I look like a s*ut?
Is it the way I move my bu*t?
Is it how my clothes are cut?
I don't give a f**
I saw Mikey on the street yesterday, and do you know what he called me?
What?
He called me a s*ut
No
Yeah
Honey, don't worry, he's just a f*g anyway
I'm not a f**in' s*ut you f**ing co*k s**er
Your mom's the one letting everyone f** her
Everyone knows she's a f**in' ho
s**s dick on the corner for a little blow
Just because I like to freak each and every night of the week
Don't mean I can't resist temptation
Hell I don't give a damn about my reputation
sh**, you know I'm grade A, top joint, speed baby
This is one cla**y a**
I can't believe she'd get off talkin' sh** like that
I mean she's one to talk
At least we don't let just anyone stick it in
What a f**ing s*ut
s*ut!