you can't talk to me that way
I never asked for your opinion
you can't look at me that way
your eyes are burning through my face

don't bother to get up off the floor
I'll drag you right, right to the door
don't bother to get up off the floor
I'll drag you right, right to the door

you thought you had it all planned out
until I came along
you never thought that I could out smart you
don't call me your friend, now you know you're wrong

self centered debutante