Daisy Dukes must be back in style
She walks in, she walks up and owns the bar, well
Her and my former flame are the picture of lust
Eyes locked, their bodies intertwined
It is so so inappropriate baby
I can't compete, I'll never win
'Cause she can drink Jim Beam with the boys
But they don't see her eyeliner smudge from the night before
Ooh!
Hipster b**h
Lord knows I'm nothing like her
Hipster b**h
Gotta be the life of the party
Hipster b**h
So quick to tell you she's artsy
But I guess it's hard
I hate that a** and those lips, ooh!
Hipster b**h
Oooh hipster b**h
She brags that she can write poetry like Dillon
I said "You crazy girl, are ya out your damn mind?"
She dances all night to the sound of his guitar
Under psychedelic lights, doin' lines at the bar
But she can drink Jim Beam with the boys
But they don't see her eyeliner smudge from the night before
Ooh!
Hipster b**h
Lord knows I'm nothing like her
Hipster b**h
Gotta be the life of the party
Hipster b**h
So quick to tell you she's artsy
But I guess it's hard
I hate that a** and those lips, ooh!
Hipster b**h
Oooh
She's kinda trippy trippy
She's kinda crazy s**y
She's kinda loose
But she don't mean no harm
Vanilla mocha bean
Into the green scene
Ya'll know what I mean
She takes the L train to Williamsburg
She's such a hipster
But she can drink Jim Beam with the boys
But they don't see her eyeliner smudge from the night before
Woah!
Hipster b**h
Lord knows I'm nothing like her
Hipster b**h
Gotta be the life of the party
Hipster b**h
So quick to tell you she's artsy
But I guess it's hard
I hate that a** and those lips
Oh hipster b**h
Lord knows I'm nothing like her
Oooh
Gotta be the life of the pa-pa-pa-pa-party
So quick to tell you she's artsy
But I guess it's hard
I hate that a** and those lips
Hipster b**h