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