I've done made the devil a deal He made me pretty He made me smart I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you I'm hell on heels, say what you will I'm hell on heels Say what you will And I'm going to break me a million hearts This diamond ring on my hand

One of those moments that just slip But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips, yeah All right, all right, all right I remember it, it was a night just like this And I remember it, it was a late summer bliss We were running from the waves on the

Oh, oh, oh, little China girl And when I get excited My little China girl says Oh baby, just you shut your mouth She says, sh-sh-shhh When I look at my China girl I could escape this feeling, with my China girl I feel a wreck without my, little China girl

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

It'll bring a bam bam But if you trouble this man it will bring a bam bam What a bam bam What a bam bam, bam bam Bam Bam, what a bam bam It will bring a bam bam Fight for the right, not the wrong Singin' this and singin' that

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down I could spend an hour on my makeup and my hair Shoes to tall, dress to small, and

I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady I need some love to go with this hate Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy Give mama a hug, we finally made it Bitches ain't shit, bet' not

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

Brand new whip got no keys Tailor my clothes, no starch please Soon as I nut, you can gon' leave Got M's in the bank, like: "Yes, indeed" Wheezy out of here When you livin' like this, they supposed to hate The dash, a digi', the schedule busy My head in