Ida

You can?t sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.

With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.

(...)

Without girls like you,
There?d be no fun,
We?d go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,
There?s no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.

Don?t be mad at me,
Cuz your pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.