Why don't you lose the crown
Cuz you're not a princess
You wear skin tight jeans
Not some pink dress
You drive daddy's car
No ones impressed
Your purse is Prada
We couldn't care less

I know that you're not that old
But life doesn't come with a hand to hold

This town loves to fill your head
Your talents come straight from your bed
It's so damn hard
That's what she said
(That's what she said)

Your boyfriend sits home
Talking deep shit
He tells his boys
All of your secrets
While you're at home
On facebook creepin'
He rails this new chick
All damn weekend

This town loves to fill your head
Your talents come straight from your bed
It's so damn hard
That's what she said
(That's what she said)

Oh my God!
Did you see her hair?
And what about that top?
I could have thrown up!
She sleeps with everything that walks!

No one seems to care at all
About your late night gossip call
Your friends can't seem to get enough
They will never get enough