One two three four!
Foot out the door, I am not a toy
Shoot your rocket outer space
Blast me to the void
I dont need him, time to move my feet.
Lips are on and theyre so red
Everything must move ahead
Move on baby desperate
Kickin like a majorette.

Too many fools, makin that response
Girl on the string, give him what he wants
I dont need him anymore
To keep me through the shock.

When a person comes today
Tell my man I moved away
When the dog works for his food
Beat them with your attitude.




Night on the town, runnin with the girls
Now that I am free again, its such a diffrent world
Fifty eighth or third, fashions right for me.

Shootin by a crowded bar
Lowriders in souped-up cars
Dont throw kisses out the door
Cause Im the one whos keepin score.