Seems like everybody's got a price,. I wonder how they sleep at night.. When the sale comes first,. And the truth comes second,. Just stop, for a minute and.
I've been to London, been to Paris, Australia and Rome. There's sexy boys in every city. But they're not what I want. Some got money, some got fame, some got cars, some got clothes.
I ain't that stereotypical woman. Singin' bout a man that's gone. And cryin' while I look out the window. It's easy to move on. I don't care if he calls no more, whoa oh.