Manicured fingers and French-tipped toes,
Board straight hair and an artificial nose.
Purple eye shadow and liquid black liner,
60 pairs of shoes and all of them designer.
Pounds of pale concealer and lip gloss out the ass,
Thinking she's the princess with the tiny shoes of glass.
She's just the type of girl to kiss [your] boyfriend on [your] lawn,
She's nothing but the devil with a blue dress on.
Strutting down the halls in her bright blue mini skirt,
Wearing something much to small to even call a shirt.
Gucci black stillhetos and a bust the size of cars,
She doesn't wanna listen, just talk about the stars.
Detecting moral actions? On the radar, not a blip.
They're wrapped around her finger as she cracks her little whip.
She's just the type of girl to kiss [your] boyfriend on [your] lawn,
She's nothing but the devil with a blue dress on.
Brain the size of cashews with an ego big as hell,
I was quite excited when the Queen of Drama fell.
She held her head so high, and we'd kill to see her fall,
And when we saw the tail, the Devil's female after all.
And Satan's fear is Karma, and Karma, she's my girl.
I always knew us losers would go on to rule the world.
She was just the type of girl to kiss [your] boyfriend on [your] lawn,
She was nothing but the devil with the bluest dresses on.
