Apartments

Someone tell the striper down stairs
She can get kicks from anyone here
But the bitch won't get them from me
Now I don't care who or what she does
How much she gets paid for her tricks
She can flash those eyes all she wants

Some girls got to learn the hard way
They believe everything they read
inside the pages of style magazines
And the airbrushed fantasy bodies
While you wait at the check out lines
They will screw anyone that's willing

Keep your skanky dyke hands off me
You better if know what's good for you
Because I'll knock your ass out real fast
You don't know which way the wind blows
Call me a hater all you please but I'm not
It's your life, get as freaky if you care to

Living in Apartments, Living in Apartments
Sometimes it is bad, other times it's worse
There's never a moment of silence to be had
Living in Apartments, Living in Apartments
Sometimes you got to move to another one
When your neighbors are driving you crazy

I don't get off to chewing carpet like you
I'd rather spend my time with a jerk off
Some of the painted hussies you've had
Look like they've walked the city streets
All my friends wouldn't even touch them
Saying' how you all need a good scrub bath

The guy next door, told me about that look
The one you gave him as he walked on by
Well who the hell do you think that you are

You should know what that noise is by now
We are laughing at you and your company
Because of the way you flaunt it so openly

Now you decided to piss me off this morning
You flashed me like some drunk in the park
It's all I could do not to spew my breakfast

Your body looks like a condemned building
You'll have new neighbors and I'll be gone
I hope I never meet the likes of you again

Lyrics By: Melissa McMahan ©

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