And I am a material girl Living in a material world Living in a material world (material) You know that we are living in a material world Some boys kiss me Some boys hug me I think they're ok If they don't give me proper credit I just walk away

Come in, come in, baby what I don't know, I want Come in, come in, baby what I don't know, don't know, I want Sound's a calm, when we become the animals that we're made in the jungle Now take me to your jungle, I'm not afraid And if you're looking for

I cannot love on no skeezer That is a dub, I don't need her I hit her once, then I leave her Blow up my phone for no reason I cheated on you with a dancer Okay, I surrender, my hands up At least I admit it, I man up I do not have all the answers And I

Yeah when that summer sun starts to beatin' down And you don't know what to do Inflatable pool full of dad's hot air I was three years old Splashin' everywhere And so began my love affair With all my friends

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me No, I don't want no scrub I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Get it get it, get it get it (oh) Baby, don't you wanna, dance up on me (I just wanna dance next to you) To another time and place (Are you ready) Leaving behind my name, and age (Like that) I really wanna dance, tonight with you I really wanna do what

I don't, I don't, don't know what it is But I need that one thing And fall into my arms instead So get out, get out, get out of my head And you've got that one thing Something’s gotta give now 'Cause you've got that one thing So get out, get out, get out

You wanna be more than just friends I can't go through this again Stop trying get inside my head Don't wanna do more than hookup It's getting stupid 'cause I shoulda known but I forgot That you think we're something that we're not Something that we're not

Don't mess with mister in-between Gather 'round me, everybody Gather 'round me while I'm preachin' Feel a sermon comin' on me The topic will be sin and that's what I'm ag'in' If you want to hear my story The settle back and just sit tight While I start