Abigail's Ghost - Blace lyrics

Boy you'd swear she's a movie queen The way she fits into every scene Driving in her Benz Sending texts to her friends New nose in a magazine Prada boots and prescription pills Born and raised in the Hollywood hills She's daddy's little girl Not a care in the world With a trust fund paying the bills 8 o'clock and she's on the street Dress is anything but discrete Taking it for granted Everyone will be enchanted Lining up just to kiss her feet Appletini in her business hand The other one is picking out any man She's a s**er for a dude With a sh** attitude Big chest and a spray-on tan But if you want it rough She can't get enough You wanna get behind She's the first in line Take her for a spin You just come on in Buckle up for the ride Keep your arms inside Black lace and she's crawling back for more Did I hear you say "4 on the floor"? Making out in a bathroom stall Heavy breathing with her hands on the wall The chance of getting caught Only gets a second thought If it ever gets the first at all Then a whisper in a stranger's ear "I've got a place 11 blocks from here You can hail a cab While I settle up your tab Am I making this perfectly clear?"