Kelsea is a mother, bringing up her other's kids
'Cause her husband gets drunk, hangin' on his lover's hips
He loves her as he's leavin', color of his cheeks don't lie
They got married on the water, headed for the riptide

Now he's got you
Cryin' through your make-up
You know you're too good for him
I'll be there when you wake up
As the tears are rolling down your chin

I promise you that he's the worst
There's no good way to word it
Yeah, I swear I'll cut his dick off
You know you're too good for him

Ella's going through it, but damn, she really wears it well
Her boyfriend is a dick, he's happy putting her through hell
She looks in the mirror, she can barely see herself
'Cause he took all her strength and buried it somewhere else

Now he's got you
Cryin' through your make-up
You know you're too good for him
I'll be there when you wake up
As the tears are rolling down your chin

I promise you that he's the worst
There's no good way to word it
Yeah, I swear I'll cut his dick off
You know you're too good for him

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na
Yeah, I swear I'll cut his dick off
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na
You know you're too good for him
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na
Yeah, I swear I'll cut his dick off
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na
You know you're too good for him