Trapped in her own despair No one there to make her whole She cries on top of her room (How are you? Woof, woof-woof) From drugs, she can't get enough No love do her enough No love do her enough (bye, bye!) Bitch think she Marylin Monroe She's just a lonely soul Trapped in her own despair No one there to make her wh— She cries on top of her room From drugs, she can't get enough No love do her enough No love do her enough Bye, bye! Bitch think she Marylin Monroe She's just a lonely soul Trapped in her own despair No one there to make her whole She cries on top of her room From drugs, she can't get enough No love do her enough No love do her enough Too many lies she's been told She's so cute, she hot to the touch Talk to her, you might get fucked Talk to her, you might get fucked Too many lies she's been told She's so cute, she hot to the touch Talk to her, you might get fucked Talk to her, you might get fucked Don't ask 'cause she is bold One hand on you and you will fold She is crazy, uncontrolled I think I might get sold Don't ask 'cause she is bold One hand on you and you will fold She is crazy, uncontrolled I think I might get sold